Boss (Killer of Kings #7) - Sam Crescent Page 0,40

wasn’t looking for a one-night stand, far from it, but with Graciella, he was more than willing to give her what she wanted.

Running his hand down her back, going to her ass again, he stepped back.

“Boss?”

He pulled his shirt over his head, throwing it to one side. He had two guns tucked into his jeans, and he put them on the chest of drawers beside the wall. Next, he rid himself of his pants and looked at her, standing in just his black boxer briefs.

“You approve?”

She licked her lips. “You’re a beast.”

Her fingers teased the edge of her shirt. He could have taken off her clothes, but this was for her. If she wanted to stop, they’d stop. He’d never force her, not once.

Boss waited with bated breath as she waited.

This was a tease.

She lifted her shirt over her head, showing her padded bra, but also that she carried just as many weapons as he did. She placed hers beside his and next worked on her jeans. Wriggling out of them, she stood in her underwear.

They were both without weapons.

Vulnerable.

Both at each other’s mercy.

Rather than wait for Graciella to take the next step because she’d already gone out of her comfort zone, he put a hand at her waist and pulled her close. “Tell me to stop.”

“No.”

“Damn it, Graciella.”

“I want this, Boss.” She put her hand to his chest and slowly slid it down until she covered his boxer briefs. “I love the fact you wear black.” She squeezed him. “If you don’t want to, back away.”

In answer, he took possession of her mouth. There was no way he didn’t want to. He moved them away from the wall and took her to the bed. Slowly, he lowered her onto the top, still kissing her.

Stroking down her body, he went to her knees, holding them open.

“Don’t worry. I know it’s you. I won’t panic,” she said. “Please, Boss.”

He knew her history like no one else. She was safe with him. “I haven’t even gotten started.” He kissed her neck, flicking his tongue across her pulse. She let out a gasp and now he used his teeth to create the perfect level of pain and then soothe it out with light flicks.

Down he went, going to the tops of her breasts. He kissed each mound before reaching behind her to flick the catch of her bra open. Sliding the straps down her arms, he removed it from her body to stare at her.

“Do you even realize how fucking beautiful you are?” he asked. He saw the blush in her cheeks and couldn’t help but smile. “I take it from that look you don’t have a clue.”

“Why don’t you show me?”

“Gladly.”

His tongue flicked over one beaded nipple before taking the second one into his mouth. She arched up, moaning his name. The sound filled the room, echoing off the walls.

He cupped both tits and teased each bud before biting down then sucking them into his mouth. They were more than a generous mouthful. He wanted them swaying in front of him as he fucked her. Damn it, he just wanted Graciella forever.

Slowly, he trailed his lips down her body, going to her stomach, then lower. The panties still covered her pussy and that was where he wanted to be.

Pressing his face against the fabric covering her cunt, he breathed her in. She released a little cry. The sound so sweet yet shocking. He couldn’t get enough of her, didn’t want to.

The panties were now an obstruction. Gripping the crotch, he pulled. The seams were no match for his strength. They came apart with ease. He threw the offending item away. Now he got to see her pretty pussy.

She was already wet but he intended to make her even more so.

Sliding the lips of her pussy open, he looked at her sweet, swollen clit. He wanted his dick inside her, to taste her, to drown in this woman. Putting the flat of his tongue to her clit, he stroked back and forth.

“Oh my fucking God!” Graciella’s pleasured moans filled the air. He stopped long enough to look at her, and fuck, if she wasn’t a sight to behold. So beautiful. So sexy. So amazing.

Licking her clit, he tugged it into his mouth with a groan. He bit down, making her writhe beneath him, just so perfect and open. Her desperate mewling made his cock rock-hard. He teased back and forth with his tongue then moved down to stroke along her slit.

“You’re killing me,”