Page 94 of The Boss

“Ah ah, not yet. I want to watch you, and you’re going to watch me.”

Fuck.

“What are you doing?”

She smirks at me. “You’ll see.” And she winks; she fucking winks. That’s my move.

She turns and strides over to the couch, which gives me a perfect view of her.

As she takes a seat, she asks, “Did I tell you, you could stop?”

Shit. I was so entranced by her, I didn’t realize I stopped.

She takes off her sleep shorts and panties. And now I have the perfect view of her and her pussy.

She cocks her eyebrow at me, and I realize I still haven’t continued what she told me to do.

I glance down at my cock and see the pre cum leaking. Wrapping my hand around my cock I start to stroke again.

“Good boy,” she says again.

“Are you trying to get me to come in less than ten seconds?” I grit out.

“Maybe, but I didn’t tell you to stop. Maybe I should stop?” she questions, almost pausing to think.

“Don’t you dare,” I grit out.

She smirks. “Oh, I won’t because I’m very much enjoying this.”

I watch as she fingers herself, and her pussy is so wet I can see it dripping from here.

Continuing to stroke my cock I know I’m close, but I need to wait for her. She’s in charge, and I don’t know what she wants to do.

I can tell by the way she’s breathing that she’s close too.

But then she pulls her fingers out and gets up from the couch. I stop stroking my cock to watch what she’s going to do.

She strides over to me. “I didn’t tell you to stop—yet.”

“You really are making me work for it, aren’t you?” I ask.

She smiles at me. “You can assume that, but I’m running the show right now.”

“That you are,” I smirk back.

“Take your pants off.” I obey as she removes her tank top. “Your shirt’s next.” I do as she says.

She then gets closer and opens a drawer to my desk and pulls a condom out.

You never know when the want to fuck will happen, just like now. I’ve been stashing condoms in different places around the house. I didn’t know she knew where I put them, but she must have found them.

She hands the condom to me, and I tear it open and roll it down my cock.

Then she moves forward and straddles me and slides right onto my cock.

“Fuck, Gino,” she cries out as she moves up and down.

“God, you’re perfect.” My hands are all over her.