I groan, and I cross my arms tight over my face. Because if I look and see her head bobbing up and down, I will explode in her gorgeous mouth. If I see her look up at me down there, eyelids heavy, licking her lips and grinning, I will ask her to marry me, and if she says no my life would be over. She kisses up the inside of my thigh, teasing me, driving me crazy. I’d expect nothing less from a succubus. The tip of her tongue trails up the underside of my shaft and then swirls around the head, flicking just beneath it and then sucking and fuck. I reach down to grab fistfuls of her silky hair because I need to touch her.
One of her hands is gripping my ass, the other follows her warm mouth up and down, up and down. Determined and confident but gentle, that’s how she’s always handled me. She has been the boss of me, and if she didn’t know it before, she must know it now.
I tug on her hair, whisper her name through clenched teeth, and she knows it’s time to stop if she wants to keep this going any longer.
Her body is pressed against mine again, she whispers in my ear, I hear the words “pill,” I hear the word “clean,” I’m nodding and saying “yes, fuck yes.” Because yes. Fuck yes. This woman is just full of great ideas, and I like her so much.
She places one hand flat on my chest for leverage and wraps the other around my rock-hard cock, lowering herself carefully and slowly. We’re both holding our breaths, because that’s what you do when you know your life is about to change. That’s not an exaggeration. I mean, I really wanted that bike when I was eight, but I have never wanted anything more than I’ve wanted to come inside Maddie Cooper.
When she’s finally lowered herself down onto me and wriggled around a tiny bit to make herself comfortable, and drive me just a little bit crazier, we both exhale. She leans back, resting her hands on my thighs, tits swollen and silently begging for me. She rocks her hips, nice and slow. I reach up to cup her breasts, because no man on earth could resist them, but I’m the only one who gets to touch them now.
Finally, because I’m still me, I break the silence with: “I thought we said no Christmas presents.”
“Shhh. Don’t talk. Just let me do this.”
“Not even dirty talk?”
She thinks about it for a hot second and then shakes her head and covers my mouth with her hand.
“Roger that,” I mumble. She doesn’t want me to talk right now because everything I say makes her like me more. So I will save the dirty talk for later. For now, I let her do this. I let her do that. I’ll let her do whatever she wants. There are a million things I want to say to her, but I have to tell her this one thing right now. “You are so fucking beautiful, Maddie.” I wrap one hand around the back of her neck and pull her down for a kiss. Hard and fast, and then I let her go.
It sets her on fire, and she bears down on me. Nice and slow becomes swift and feverish. Back and forth, round and round, up and down. She’s unhinged, stunning, and I wish there were more light so I could really see her right now because I bet she’s radiant.
God, I want to come, but I would rather die than come before she does.
So I’m mentally reciting the employee dating policy in the Sentinel human resources handbook and wondering if I’m too big of an ass to be able to maintain a good relationship with my assistant while we’re working together. I know the answer, and I don’t like it. But it just makes me want to give her all I’ve got to give right now.
Shhh. Don’t talk, Maddie reminds me in my head. Just let me do this. If that’s all I ever have to do—keep my mouth shut and let her do whatever she needs to do—then I might actually be able to make this work.
She slows and sways, and I force my eyes open so I can watch in awe as the waves of orgasm take over her body. My name escapes her lips, mingles with some fucks, a few