Page 37 of Beauty and the Bosshole
I nod.
“You got that wet just by sucking my cock?”
“I did. I enjoyed it more than I thought I would. I just wanted to do it for you. But I’ve never felt sexier. And your noises really got me wet.”
He gives me a crooked grin. “Good to know. Now it’s my turn to drink down your cum.”
He goes around to the foot of the bed, then climbs on, wedging his shoulder between my thighs. His hands reach under my ass, then he lifts me to his mouth as if I’m a delicacy he can’t wait to savor. Then he licks straight up my center.
“Fucking delicious, wife. Sweet and perfect,” he says.
His tongue plunges inside me and I nearly levitate off the bed. My fingers dig into the sheets, fisting them. Reese slings one heavy arm across my hips, holding me in place as he devours me. He replaces his tongue with one finger and then two. His wicked tongue traces circles around my clit.
“Reese, please.”
“Who am I?” he asks. His eyes lock onto mine as he tongues at my sensitive nub.
“My boss?” I ask.
“Try again.”
“Husband. You’re my husband!”
“That’s right, sweetheart. Now what is it that you need?”
“Make me come, husband.”
He ghosts his lips across my clit. “Is this what you need?”
“No! I need more.” I buck against him, my need pounding through my veins. “Lick me. Suck me.”
“All you had to do was ask.” Then he leans back to my pussy and sucks my clit into his mouth. Those two fingers curve toward the front wall of my pussy, finding that spot that, frankly, I thought was a damn myth.
“Reese. Yes, just like that.” Then I’m coming. Pleasure radiates through my body. He continues to lick me through my orgasm.
“One more,” he says without moving his mouth away from my core. “Give me one more.” Then he doubles down, flicking against my clit and working those fingers against my G-spot over and over.
It doesn’t take long for my second climax to rocket through me. I’m pretty sure that one came with a gush of liquid.
He gives my pussy one last kiss, then begins to crawl up my body, peppering my skin with kisses as he goes. “Did you know you could squirt?”
“Is that what happened?” I lean up, trying to look down at the bed to see the mess I made. “I thought that was just something they made up for porn or whatever.”
There goes that crooked grin again. “Just when I thought you couldn’t get more perfect. You fucking came all over my face.”
It occurs to me that the Ava I was last week would find this entire scenario horrifically embarrassing. But Ava, Reese Donovan’s wife, is a different person. Not completely, butchanged enough by his affections, his touches, and his words of love. Even more than that, I’m changed because I can finally love him out loud. Being free to look at my boss as if he is the love of my life, instead of constantly trying to school my features, is a freedom I didn’t know I needed.
“I’m in love with you, Reese Donovan,” I say.
His smile is soft and genuine and makes my heart feel like it might burst. “I love you, Ava Donovan.”
I reach between our bodies and find him hard as a rock again. “Fuck me, husband.”
He chuckles. “What the lady requests, the lady receives.”
He thrusts inside me until he bottoms out. “I will never get used to how perfect you feel. So tight and so wet. This pussy was made for me.”
“Yes,” I say. This man is my happily ever after, and I can’t believe I found him. I can’t believe I got married and didn’t break the chain for the women in my family. I pull my legs up, wrapping them around his body. “Harder.”