Page 58 of Dirty Boss

As my knees hit the polished wood floor, the feeling that rushed over me was relief. Relief that he hadn’t turned away from me. Relief that he hadn’t tried to fix me. Relief that all I had to do now was exactly what he said.

His belt jingled, knuckles and tendons shifting as he pulled it out of its buckle and unfastened his pants. Then his cock was there, hard and veined and throbbing.

“Put those pretty lips on my cock and suck, princess,” he commanded, and I did. I licked the tip of him and wrapped my mouth around his shaft, listening to him groan above me.

All I had to do was exactly what he said. I didn’t have to wrestle with my own body, with my mind, with the ghost of rejections past. I could just wrap my lips around his cock and take him deeper in my mouth, and everything went quiet in my head.

He tasted like salt and man, and I groaned as the thick vein against my tongue pulsed. Vaughn’s thumb stroked my hollowed-out cheek before his fingers tangled into the hair at the nape of my neck, gently urging me to take him deeper.

“That feels good, princess,” he said, voice interrupted by his panting. “You’ll make me come if you keep doing that.”

I hummed, nodding, then wrapped my hands around the base of him and started bobbing my head.

“So pretty,” he said, fingers tightening at my nape. “So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. Been dreaming of those lips around me. Been wanting to paint them with my cum and watch you lick it off.”

My heart stuttered to a stop, eyes flying open.

So—Vaughn was super dirty. I glanced up to see him dark-eyed and heavy-lidded, watching my every move. He kept talking, telling me all the things he’d imagined with me over the past weeks, his fingers tightening in my hair until my bun fell apart, his cock hard and hot in my mouth.

I gripped his thighs and took him deeper, my eyes watering as he groaned above me. My mind was blessedly silent. All that mattered was this act. The ache of my knees on the hard floor. The need to focus on my breath so I could take more of him. So I could please him. So I could just do what he said and notthink.

“Are you wet, princess?” At my nod, Vaughn hummed. “Show me. Touch yourself.”

My leggings were still halfway down my thighs, so all I had to do was reach between them. I was slick with my own desire, my fingers coming away glistening.

“Good.” Vaughn was panting hard now, his hand on the back of my head clenching and releasing, as if he was holding himself back from being too rough with me. “Keep that hand between your legs, princess. Get yourself nice and wet so my cock can slide right in when I decide to fuck you.”

It was easy to touch myself in front of him when he said that, when I was only getting myself ready for him. I didn’t have to orgasm. I didn’t have to chase some climax that kept getting further away. All I had to do was make sure I was wet and ready. Make sure I would be good for him.

I didn’t even have the mental space to judge myself for enjoying this. Forlovingthis. For wanting him to use me whichever way he wanted to.

This time, it was my choice to be used. I decided if this ended—he’d said it himself, I could tell him to stop at any time. I was in control, even if he pretended to be.

So I let go of all those thoughts and insecurities and worries. I worked my hand between my legs until my arousal soaked myinner thighs, until I was trembling and humming with Vaughn’s cock in my mouth. My existence narrowed to the taste of him, the salty beads already dripping from his tip. The feel of his hand at the back of my head, the strands of my own hair brushing the sides of my face, my neck. The ache of the hard floor against my knees. The slip of my fingers against my clit.

Vaughn groaned above me, and the sound sent spiraling pleasure through my body. “You suck my cock so well, princess,” he praised. “Such a dirty, delicious mouth you have. Better than I could have imagined. Can’t wait to get inside you. Can’t wait to give you my cock. Relax, baby, let me take you a little harder.”

His voice was low and dark, and his words chased away every inhibition I might’ve had. I eased my jaw open, and Vaughn had his way with me. My body was loose, my fingers frantic against my bud. Then Vaughn pulled out, his thumb on my chin, his eyes wide as his chest heaved.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, watching me. “Did you make yourself nice and wet for me?”

I nodded, and then his hands were around my ribs and he was hauling me to my feet. I felt like a doll in his hands, empty of all thought, open, ready.

With one hand holding my chin, Vaughn reached between my legs. He let out a low noise at the slickness he found there, his eyes darkening as they held mine. “Good girl,” he rasped. “Hands on the ledge.”

He tilted his head toward the windows, where a low ledge stuck out a few inches. I shuffled over and bent at the waist, catching myself on it. My reflection in the darkened windows was clear, as was the shadow of Vaughn moving behind me.

His hands slid over my bare ass, stroking, worshiping. He held my hips, then slid his hands down, thumbs pressing at the juncture of my thighs. He stroked there, where I was wettest, his breaths growing ragged. One thumb dipped inside me, andthen I watched his reflection bring the digit up to his mouth. He groaned as he licked his thumb clean, then met my eyes in the window’s dark reflection.

“This is for my pleasure only,” he promised, then got on his knees behind me and brought his mouth to my core.

I gasped as Vaughn’s tongue lapped at me, delved inside me, then slid forward to tease at my clit. He spread me open with his hands and pushed me up so I was on my tiptoes, then he licked me from my clit to my ass like a man starved. My fingernails dug into the paint on the window ledge, my forehead pressing against the glass.

“Vaughn—”

“This is for me,” he repeated darkly, and his mouth was on me a moment later.

I sucked in hard breaths, half expecting my mind to come back online so I could overthink this vulnerable position and the way Vaughn was devouring me. With other partners, I was never able to climax with oral. I was worried about the taste of me, the way I smelled, the way I looked. I was worried that they resented doing it, or that they’d expect more from me after they were done.