Page 40 of Playing with the Boss
I hesitate, lost in his eyes while his hands draw lazy circles on my lower back. Something passes between us, a softness, an understanding.
“You really are beautiful, Lisa.”
I have no idea what to say. So I kiss him. Slow and savoring at first, yet hungry and ravenous by the end. His tongue sweeps mine, his grip on me tightening as I moan into the connection.
God, he tastes as good as he smells.
“This is all yours, baby.” Mason slips his hands to my ass, guiding my slick folds along the length of his erection. “Use it.”
I grind against him a few more times before tilting my hips to take his length inside of me. I stifle a cry, seating myself on him in one long, stroke. His thick length fills and stretches me, the head of his cock nudging deep inside.
I could stay like this, trapped in this bliss, forever.
My hips start slow, the rhythm I set a leisurely one while I savor the feel of him. My eyes slip closed, my lips parted. With a hand to his chest to steady myself, I sit tall, using my knees to lift myself off him a small way and then slam down hard. Fuck—I feel so full.
“You look amazing.” Mason slides a hand around my throat, gripping me while I ride his cock.
He matches my pace, and I gasp with each thrust deep into my pussy, my hands grappling for something to hold on to. His fingers flex on my windpipe while he stares into my eyes, all the unspoken words at that moment seeming to promise me one thing: possession.
He owns me, utterly. This is so much more than a lust-fuelled fuck.
I whimper as my climax nears, reaching for his shoulders. He moves his hand from my throat, pushing it between us to run tight circles on my clit as his cock drives deep and demanding from his position below.
“Come for me, Lisa. Drench my cock in your sweet juices. I want a reminder of what we did here, your sweet sticky cum tugging at my balls every time I move.”
I shudder as my orgasm hits, sucking in a sharp breath that seems to lodge in my throat as every muscle in my body tenses. Mason seals his mouth to mine, stifling the moan that slips free as I expel the breath I held, breaking the kiss long enough to groan with his release.
His hips jerk with each shot of cum he thrusts inside of me. I revel in the feel of the warm liquid inside my pussy, strangely sated to know that he’s claimed me in such a primal, raw way.
He pants and sets his hands on hips to withdraw.
I clasp his shoulder, stilling him. “Don’t pull out yet.”
“Goddamn.” His eyes close as my pussy clenches gently around him, the final waves of my orgasm only just easing. “If I had a choice, I’d wrap you in my arms and fall asleep with my cock inside of you, baby, but you need to go get ready to return to work.”
I collapse onto his chest with a sigh, loving the way he instantly strokes my hair.
If it were up to me, I’d stay here all day too.
Feeling loved. Adored.
Irreplaceable.