Like a Boss (Boss Duet 1)

“Yeah,” was her breathy reply.

My finger traveled down through the valley of her cleavage. I groaned feeling the soft skin of each tit as they pressed against me. “Here?”

She sighed heavily. “Yes, please.” Her back arched off the wood railing as she tried to press her body further into my eager touch.

I slid my finger to the right and grazed over her hardened nipple and snapped it gently between my thumb and forefinger. “Here?”

“Oh God, yes.”

My lips lifted, my hand cupping her perfect breast as I etched the outline of her stomach. I slid further down until I reached her leg and brought it to rest on my hip. My fingers traced under her silver skirt, squeezing her ass. “Here?”

“Yes, yes.”

The lace of her panties was rough on my finger as I ran it underneath, feeling her wetness. “Here?”

With a sharp inhale, she answered, “Fuck, yes.”

My finger slipped inside her and her breathing sped up when I added a second. “Is this where you want me to touch you?”

She rocked her hips as I sucked along her collarbone. “Yes, don’t stop,” she begged.

“Tell me, tell me you want me to touch your pussy.”

“I want you to touch my pussy,” she echoed.

“Louder.”

She spoke up and I drowned out her admission with my mouth on her lips. I sucked down her words as my fingers picked up their rhythm.

Her silver-coated nails dug into my back, clawing at the material of my Oxford shirt. “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” I demanded, my voice husky with greed to claim every god damn inch of her.

Eyes gleaming in the moonlight, she repeated my words.

I pulled my coated fingers from her and

smeared the wetness across her full lips. “Lick your lips for me.”

Her sparkling lashes fanned across her cheeks as she closed her eyes and her pink tongue licked along the curve of her lips, savoring herself. Goddamn, this girl.

I slid my fingers inside her and soaked them once more. I lifted my hand again. “Open, Penelope, taste yourself.” Her eyes never wavered from mine as her pouty lips pursed around my finger. My mind filled with images of what they would look like around my hardening cock.

“Fuck, that’s right,” I bit out. “See how sweet you taste? I want to taste it too. I want to kiss you with the flavor of your pussy in our mouths.”

Smashing my lips to hers, starved to taste every part of her, I devoured what she offered. A low, gravelly sound rumbled in the back of my throat. So fucking good.

I could come from the taste alone.

“Turn around,” I commanded. She complied as I unzipped my pants, freeing myself.

“Take off your panties.” She glanced over her shoulder and lowered them down her long legs. I watched with needy eyes as the lace fell to the weathered boards beneath our feet.

She bent over, hands on the arms of the chair, baring her pussy for me to see.

Damn, she was gorgeous. I was one lucky son-of-a-bitch tonight.

The condom was on my cock in record time and I reached out feeling along her wet pussy. I growled; she was fucking soaked.

I ran the tip of my heavy dick along her seam, toying with her clit. Her head fell back in ecstasy. “Fuck me, Theo. Fuck me like you own me.”