The Boss Crush - Penny Wylder Page 0,28

my clit. My thighs trap his hand in place, and I suck in a giant gasp of air. I'm so close, I'm right there, and then I stop him myself.

Holding his hand, I stop him from letting me take that leap off the edge. “No,” I say all breathy and ragged. “Not yet, no matter how much I beg you.”

“Is that a challenge?” he asks, arching one brow as his thumb gently teases my swollen button.

“It's a request. This feels too good to let it end so quickly, to let it happen before you're even inside me.”

I want to savor this feeling. The rush. The icy shiver that's working its way around my body. I've waited too long to just let it win. This needs to be enjoyed, and slowly. It's like having an entire meal in front of you and eating it all in five seconds.

You don't get to enjoy any of the flavors if you swallow it all in one bite. Let it sit, let it soak in to all your senses. Give yourself the full experience.

“You want me in you?” he asks, grinding his dick against my leg.

Squeezing his wrist, I let my eyes steady on his. “No more games, Lyle. I want you to fuck me,” I say, my voice firm, but eager. “Just fuck me.” If he doesn't, I'm going to lose my damn mind.

His eyes dart between mine as he lifts a hand to cup my cheek. Running his thumb across my bottom lip, I moan with his touch. He stares into my eyes, sucking his lip into his mouth and biting down.

“I'll fuck you my little artist, and I'll make you come so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow.” Using one hand, he pulls the button on his pants free, and the sound of his zipper fills the quiet between us. He pushes his pants and boxers down his hips until his cock juts out, thick and long. The tip is glistening, swollen and red, the vein underneath is pulsing as his cock twitches.

“Is this what you want?” he asks, gripping his length and stroking down to the base. He holds his shaft, moving back up and squeezing the tip. “You want to finally feel what it's like to have me inside you?” I nod yes, spreading my legs open for him. “Good, because I've thought about your pussy for years.”

Lyle drags the tip up and down my wet slit, coating it in my arousal. Then devastatingly slowly, he pushes his hips forward until his hips are touching me. Dropping my head back, I close my eyes, allowing my body to adjust to his size.

Condom? The fleeting thought comes and goes as he pulls back and thrusts forward, shoving the thought from my head. I'm on birth control, it'll be fine.

His fingers hold my hips, moving around to scoop my ass in his hands, to lift me a little off the chair. Lyle's on his knees in front of me, the open sky above us, and everything about this feels right.

I feel like this never happened before because it was meant for right now. Everything is perfect. The temperature of the air, the crystal clear sky, the way my body fits around his like it was made for him.

Pistoning his hips, he fucks me hard, he fucks me fast, he fucks me like he needs me to live. Nothing else matters. Just this. Just now.

Tearing at the collar of my dress, Lyle breaks the top few buttons, exposing my bra. He roughly pulls out my breast from the cup, before he leans forward and sucks it into his mouth. “Mm,” he moans, running his tongue across my chest to the other breast.

My fingers cut through his hair, snagging and curling, and tugging at his roots. Grinding up, I match his thrust with one of my own. My clit rubs against his lower belly and I can feel the orgasm as it electrifies my core.

It's hot, making me warm from the inside out. It spreads over my skin, leaving me in a dewy sweat as I moan even louder. With one final thrust, Lyle grunts, and I feel his cock as it spills warm cum deep inside my pussy.

It's pulsing, over and over, filling me to the point it seeps down my ass and onto the chair.

Dropping his forehead against my chest, he's breathing hard. My hands fall onto his back, and ride each inhale, our chests hitting in the middle with