Like a Boss (Boss Duet 1)

“Fuck yeah, are you ready for me to worship you?”

“Yes, yes. Please.”

With desperation I slammed inside her. Jesus. Jaw clenched, my eyes closed and I gripped her hips as the feel of her insanely hot pussy overcame my senses. Dripping and sweet—oh so fucking sweet. I pumped, and pushed deeper inside her, as she writhed and bucked with me.

I trailed a hand up her back, feeling her tender skin beneath my fingers. When I reached her neck, I spread them around her throat and nipped along her earlobe. “Fuck, it feels so good.”

Her wet, tight cunt made my fingers race to touch her clit. I snapped it within my fingers as she cried out a string of unintelligible words.

We screwed like only two strangers on a deserted beach could, rough and wild. She moaned loudly as I went deeper and deeper, harder and fucking harder. My mind was sewn with lust, yearning and craving more from this silver temptress. I needed to feel her come on my cock.

With my focus solely on her pleasure, my fingers tightened around her throat as I kissed and licked up the nape of her neck. When I brushed the wig aside to find more skin, I noticed a small tattoo. Tracing my thumb along the tiny turtle of ink, I slowed for a beat before resuming my rigorous tempo.

She was sexy as fuck and I didn’t want it to end.

She was definitely the good shit. Hell, she was fucking better than that.

My thumb circled around her clit as I pressed against it. “Penelope, your pussy… so good.”

I pumped inside—fuck yeah, she’s hot.

I went harder—Oh damn.

I plunged further—her pussy. Oh God.

She was like magic, making me see my orgasm coming along the skyline. Soon it would slam into her with such force I’d need both hands to hold me up when it was all over.

She pushed her ass further against me, meeting my punishing strokes. I licked along her soft skin and breathed in the scent of coconut, feeling her tighten around me.

“Oh God, I feel you. Damn.”

“I’m coming,” she screamed.

The most heavenly of sounds; her voice like an angel singing only for me.

I slapped her ass, rugged and harsh, as she climaxed over and over. I kept pounding, enjoying the feeling of her clamping down around me.

My climax built as I kissed along her tattoo once more.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmured, as the need to come overpowered me.

I couldn’t contain it any longer and the beast inside unleashed. Untamed, I came with such force I wouldn’t have survived if her body didn’t grip mine.

I kissed the turtle tattoo once as I slid out.

***

The next morning, I awoke to the sun beating down on me. Seagulls flew high in the clear, blue sky and the dried out wooden boards under my head made my skull ache. A man in yellow swim trunks stared down at me as I took my time sitting up.

“Rough night?” he asked.

“Yeah,” I grumbled, searching for Penelope.

She was nowhere to be found.

That very night I went back to Nectar, with the lights dancing around the club and the music blaring, it felt very reminiscent of the night before.

I went directly to the bar, searching for the silver siren whose body was a work of art.