Like a Boss (Boss Duet 1)

I could feel his heart pound vigorously in his chest, and I gazed into his eyes.

“If you would take me seriously, you would see I have a lot to offer.”

His eyes narrowed as his brow furrowed. “Take you seriously? I am fucking serious. I want you gone.”

“Gone?”

He wanted to fire me? For trying to improve The Goat? What kind of shit show did he plan on running?

“Yes, you piss me off, and I can’t take it anymore.” As soon as the words spilled from his mouth his lips collided with mine.

Oh, god, they feel so good.

His tongue thrust into my mouth and I sucked along the corners of his lips. My hands lowered to the edge of his shirt and I slipped my hand underneath to feel his warm skin on my fingertips.

With a flash, he broke the kiss. He grabbed at my shorts and dropped them to the floor. I stood there in my pink panties, and he growled at the sight.

“So fucking sweet,” he moaned as he lifted me onto the bar.

He wrenched my legs apart as he slammed his face right into the spot I shouldn’t want him most.

His nose and mouth pressed along the cotton of my panties as he nibbled on me through them.

The sensations were incredible, and I couldn’t believe it when my hands fisted in his hair. My nails dug into his scalp as my head fell back along the bar. Oh fuck. What was going on?

In another quick second, my panties were being yanked down my legs and he threw them over his shoulder.

“This pussy drives me crazy. You fucking drive me crazy.”

“You’re an asshole,” I said. Confusion took over as well as desire. Why did I feel this way? I shouldn’t be enjoying this, at all.

I should tell him to stop, push him away. But, I enjoyed his tongue as it lapped at my wetness.

I rocked into his face as he growled against my clit. The vibration nearly sent me through the roof as he ate me like a man possessed.

He was relentless as he never wavered from my skin.

I should tell him to stop. Right. Now.

NINE

THEO

Her pussy tasted delicious, so fucking sweet.

The moment I tasted her sweet cunt, I couldn’t stop. I wanted to fight with her, get her mad enough to hopefully storm out of the bar and never return, but my plan backfired when her hands pressed against my chest.

She smelled sweet, of coconuts and honey, and I wanted to know if the rest of her tasted as sweet.

It did.

When I pulled her shorts off, and saw her pink cotton panties, I lost it. My cock was ready and felt as if it could rip through my skin.

The only comfort would be inside her tight pussy.

The sight of her, open to me, and the way she tugged on my hair compelled me to please her.

What was she doing to me? Her pussy, god her pussy.