Page 36 of Beauty and the Bosshole
I’m so wet right now that I might be able to get myself off with a slight shift of my body by rubbing myself against the thick seam of my jeans. But right now isn’t about my pleasure. At least not the culmination of it. I’m marveling at how aroused I’m getting just by licking and sucking his cock.
I want to pleasure this man. My husband.
His groans and moans and growls of pleasure are driving me insane. “Oh fuck… Ava… shit, sweetheart. Goddamn, that’s so good… your mouth… your tongue.” He grips my hair tighter, his short nails scratching across my scalp.
I know I can’t get his entire length in my mouth, but I want to try to get as much as possible. I lower myself slowly and when he hits too far, I gag.
“Ava, you have no idea how sexy you are. Look at you on your knees, trying to swallow my cock. That’s right, sweetheart, breathe through your nose. Relax your throat.”
I do as he says, and it allows him to slide a bit down my throat. Reese is practically feral right now with his constant flow of cursing. His hips pump reflexively.
“Sweetheart, you’re gonna have to stop. I need to come.” His voice is ragged, his breath winded.
This is what I wanted. For him to lose control. I reach around him and grab his ass, holding him in place.
“Fuuuccckkk. Ava, I’m coming…”
His hands relax in my hair as warm spurts of his release flood my mouth. I swallow as fast as I can, but I know some is dribbling down my chin. And I don’t care. I want all of life’s messes with this man. When he’s done coming, I release him with a pop.
I look up to find him staring at me like I’m the most amazing, beautiful thing he’s ever seen.
“My wife,” he murmurs. He swipes a thumb across my chin, wiping up the spilled remnants of his orgasm. “I love you so goddamn much.”
“Good?” I can’t help but ask.
He pulls me up to stand in front of him. He shakes his head.
My heart tightens. “It wasn’t?”
“Good does not begin to describe that blowjob. It was transcendent.”
I giggle. “That seems a little bit much.”
“No. I am certain that was the best blowjob in the entire history of blowjobs.”
My brows raise and I give him a shy smile. “I really enjoyed it.”
“It’s a good damn thing I didn’t know how good you’d be at that,” he says. “I would have made very inappropriate requests in the office.”
“Like asking me to crawl under your desk and suck you while you’re on a conference call?” I ask.
“That’s oddly specific. Care to share your fantasy with me, wife?”
I shrug. “That’s pretty much it.” I bite down on my lip. “Though I have had recurrent thoughts of you bending me over your desk. Just pulling up my skirt, pulling my panties to the side, then you’d open your zipper and pull yourself out.”
“So, we’d essentially still be clothed?”
“Yes. I don’t know why that’s so hot.”
“Because it speaks to the impatience of our need. That’s how I want you. Always. I might not always take you in a frenzy, but I feel the urgency of that need every moment I’m with you.”
With one swift movement, he picks me up and tosses me onto the bed. He nods to my body. “Take off the rest of your clothes. Show me what belongs to me.” All the while he makes that request, he peels off his remaining clothing until he’s standing there looking like some kind of sex god.
“That’s good,” he says, praising my nakedness. “Now spread those pretty legs for me, sweetheart.”
I do as he asks. Sliding my thighs apart, then bending my knees to plant my feet on the mattress.
“Fuck!” he growls. “Your pussy is drenched.”