The Boss (The Boss 1)

I started to giggle. I couldn’t help it.

“Are you laughing?” he asked, laughing a bit himself.

“I am.” I let my head fall back and moaned again as he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it from side to side. “I’m just having such a good time.”

And that was it, really. I was feeling so damn fantastic. Here I was, doing something I’d rarely done with other partners, without any fear or shame, because I knew Neil loved me, and he genuinely loved fucking me. We could try anything and he would still be into me, and ready to try other things.

Not that this was a failure, by any means. While his fingers were doing a lot more for me than his cock was at the moment, I got a naughty thrill just from being held down by him, having him dominate me by virtue of position, even if he wasn’t going full Dom tonight. I lifted my head again and took him into my mouth, still somewhat breathless from laughter. After a few long, slow licks, I had to lower my head again, but I held my breasts tighter around him.

“You know, if you came like this, you would blow all over my face,” I said, as though it were an innocent observation. It totally wasn’t.

He groaned and closed his eyes.

I whined in disappointment as he withdrew his hand from between my legs.

“Get up,” he ordered, swinging one leg over me. He offered me his hand and I took it, climbing to my knees in front of him. He pushed me onto my hands and gave me a sharp slap on my ass before he jerked my pants down. I felt his weight shift, his arms brush my thighs, and then without any warning, he pushed his face against my vulva. He sucked my clit into his mouth and I jumped, but he held my hips, urging me to tilt my pelvis for easier access.

In the porn, the woman was on top of the man now, straddling his face as he devoured her pussy. The noises she made were too breathless and spontaneous to be fake. She sounded like she was really, really getting off. Like I was really, really getting off with Neil’s nose brushing against my labia, his tongue tapping my clit.

“Let me hear you,” Neil begged, pressing kisses across my ass, down my thighs. “I’m going to make you come, Sophie. And I want to hear it.”

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped as his fingers shoved into me. He knew exactly what I needed. I needed him to be rough with me, to make me feel more than just pleasure. To feel that little twinge of fear, when there was nothing to fear. To feel helpless, when I held all the power.

He pressed against my g-spot with two fingers, hard, and rolled my clit under his tongue. My gaze fixed on the woman on screen, how her thighs trembled around her partner’s face, how she gripped one breast and ran the fingers of her other hand through her hair. Neil’s thumb replaced his tongue. His teeth grazed the curve of my buttock and I shuddered; he bit me, hard, and that was all I needed. I sobbed and shook, grinding back on his hand. I threw my head back as my pussy clenched around his fingers. And I totally let him hear me.

“Fuck,” I groaned again as he withdrew his hand. After a brief pause to put on the condom, his cock took the place of his fingers. With my pants still around my knees, and his knees on either side of my calves, I might as well have been tied up because I couldn’t move. He pushed in, hard, then drew back and shoved again. There was nothing I could do but hold on, rocking with him, my balance precarious, my fingers digging into the blanket beneath me.

In the video, the woman was on her partner’s lap, facing away from him, the camera angled to show every thrust of his erection into her shaved-bare pussy. They were going at it pretty vigorously, her tits bouncing as she rode him. What we were doing was just the opposite. Neil would slam forward, then withdraw slowly, so I felt every inch of him drag along my sensitive channel. My internal muscles gripped him in tight flutters. My eyes rolled up at the unbelievable sensation.

“How can you feel so amazing?” He teased me, leaving just the tip of his cock in me until I whimpered. He filled me, so deep I gasped, and leaned to sweep my hair aside. His lips fell on my nape, his tongue laving the skin there, and I shivered, overcome by the rasp of his sharp stubble against my ticklish neck. Every cell in my body was on fire for him. Every sense had attuned totally to sex; the video feeding graphic pictures to my brain, the sounds of the actors on the screen mingling with my own harsh breaths. The scent of Neil’s cologne had become a powerful aphrodisiac, and it only heightened my desire now. Every centimeter of my skin had come to total awareness, every touch too much and not enough.