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Boss of Me

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“Your turn.” I tease, sliding the tip of my toe over the obvious bulge in his slacks.

A naughty grin curls his lips and he catches my foot, holding it in one hand as he unfastens his pants with the other. “I like your bare feet.”

“I like your bare everything.” I haven’t really had enough alcohol to be so sassy, but I can’t seem to help it.

His pants fall, and I bite my lip at the sight of his cock pointing right at me. Sliding his hand from my foot to my ankle, he puts a knee on the bed between my legs. My insides are vibrating the closer he gets. His eyes go to where a thin scrap of lace still covers me.

Long fingers slide down my center. He touches me lightly and my thighs quiver. Dipping his head down, he traces his tongue along my belly, kissing my skin, working his way lower. My knees rise, and I squirm at the feel of his beard tickling my insanely sensitive skin. Every touch feels so good, it’s almost unbearable.

He’s beside me on the bed, propped on one arm at my waist. “Does this feel good?” He traces a finger along the side of my thong.

“Yes,” I manage to gasp.

“How about this?” His voice is level, methodical, as he pulls the lace to the side, sliding the edge of his finger up and down my clit.

“Patton…” I moan, my fingers twisting in the sheets.

“You’re so beautiful right now. I can’t decide what to do with you first.”

“Just do something.” I want to say do anything… Only I’m a little nervous he might take me at my word. How far am I prepared to go with him?

Leaning down, he places his mouth on the skin of my inner thigh. I jump in response, threading my fingers in his hair as he moves closer to the center, pausing just long enough to rip the last of my underwear away.

The first pass of his tongue over my clit has me rising off the bed. “Oh, God …” I’m writhing, but he holds me in place with his strong arms.

Little sucks, little kisses, and my orgasm explodes through my belly, sending shimmers of pleasure to the arches of my feet.

“Oh, yes…” I gasp, rocking my hips as he continues, drawing my orgasm out impossibly long.

He’s gone an instant, grabbing his wallet off the nightstand and quickly rolling on a condom. My knees fall together, my body still shimmering with bliss as I watch the ripples of his muscles, the flexing of his fine ass, the bobbing of that massive cock. I chew my lip in anticipation.

When he turns to me, I reach for him. That simple act seems to change everything. He slides onto the bed beside me, cupping my cheek with his hand.

What can we say? He doesn’t try to find the words. Warm lips cover mine, and I open to him eagerly, curling my tongue against his, tasting myself mixed with rosé wine. His lips move to my cheek and to my ear, giving it a nip. My orgasm is cooling, but I ache for him.

Placing a hand on his shoulder, I push him onto his back and straddle him. My stomach is flat against his, and he cups my ass with both hands, guiding me to his erection. Our eyes hold each other’s, and I feel him right there.

Heat surges between us, and I lower myself in one swift movement the length of his shaft. He’s balls deep, completely filling me, stretching me, and his eyes squeeze shut. I exhale a satisfied moan at the same time a deep groan aches from his chest. It’s thrilling, and at this angle, I feel so powerful, like I have some control over this amazing man.

Lifting myself up, I start to rock my hips. My eyes close, and I’m riding him like a champ, circling my hips and massaging my clit as I rise up and down faster.

“Fuck, yeah.” He grips my ass, helping me move, lifting me and pulling me down. It’s thrilling and sexy, and I’m about to come again.

“Keep doing that,” I gasp. “Move me.”

He does as I ask, lifting me and driving me down. I watch his muscles flex, until the irresistible tightness shatters in my stomach.

“Oh, yes.” My head falls back, and he’s still working my hips.

My insides clench and pull, and I feel it when he breaks with a loud groan. His hand rises to my back, and he quickly flips our position, putting me under him and seating himself all the way as he pulses, groaning through his release, filling the condom.

We’re both panting and slick with sweat. He holds me to him, kissing my cheek, making his way to my mouth again. Our lips seal together, and this time it’s different. We’re not desperate or hurried. It’s relaxed and confident.

Patton’s words are in my mind. I don’t know if this is good or bad, but I do know it feels right. I only hope that when it’s time to sort it out, I don’t end up losing everything.

20

Patton



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