Page 13 of The Boss

She's so close. Hovering right on the edge. My fingers squeeze the soft curve of her ass, giving her a gentle shake of encouragement. I add a second finger in her pussy, still not too deep but twisting my hand, trying to stretch her open.

I can't wait to find out if she can take my cock. It twitches eagerly as I think about it.

Looking up at Etta's tits bouncing with each ragged breath I groan again, pulling my face even deeper into her silky pussy.

Then she comes for me and only for me. Her scream isn't loud, no more than a whistling breath, but the intensity of it, the shock in her voice and her body as it trembles between my mouth and the wall, speaks volumes. Her fingernails prick my scalp as she holds on tight, my tongue digging firmly into just the right spot as she gasps and twists.

Fuck Almighty, what is this beautiful angel going to look like when she's writhing on my bed and I'm thrusting deep inside her? .

Etta’s climax goes through a couple of waves, then eventually subsides. She looks down at me, blinking. "Wow."

She squeals when I plunge my tongue inside her and lap up her juices. Then I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Delicious. Stunning. I can't even⁠—"

“Oh my God." She's staring down at my cock. The tip is red, the skin stretched taut. "That looks painful."

I chuckle. "Do you want to get out so I can have a cold shower and calm it down?"

She looks up at me with an entirely new expression on her face. “Why have a cold shower when you can have a hot one?"

My cock raises as my voice drops. "Exactly how hot are we talking, beautiful?"

She grins. "I'm not sure yet. Why don’t we find out together."

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ETTA

I’m blaming my newfound boldness on both the mountain air and the unbelievable way Boss makes me feel.

Reaching out, I turn so my back is against the spray of the water, my palm gently moving along the top of his shaft. Boss inhales sharply, then again as I stroke his length with both hands.

It's not just the fascination of touching a cock for the first time. It's the way Boss growls, clutching my hand harder, as if he can barely control himself – although the thing is, I don't want him to control himself at all. His huge biceps tense as I run my palm over and around the head, then all the way down to the base.

“Baby, I've been hard since I met you,” he growls. “But I swear the thing’s going to snap off at this point."

He's not exaggerating. It's twitching in my hand, and I can feel his entire body tensing up. I slowly stroke up and down his entire length, wondering why he's not relaxing like he told me to. Is he trying not to come? Would he be embarrassed if he came too fast? Maybe that’s a guy thing. I have no idea, but it changes everything.

"It's so warm in my hand," I say, looking up at him sweetly.

He turns to slump his shoulder against the corner of the tiled shower stall. "Beautiful, you have no idea how good it feels. The things I'm imagining from having you touch me…"

"What kind of things?" My eyes are wide as I step closer, pumping his cock up and down between us. "Tell me."

His eyes are half-lidded, the corner of his jaw twitching. "You don't want to know, baby." His voice is a growled groan that reverberates in the pit of my stomach.

"Maybe I do. Tell me everything you're thinking right now." My eyebrow lifts. "Or I'll stop."

His eyes blaze. "Already too late to stop, baby,” he grins. “And you’d better look out, ’cause I'm going to come all over both of us."

My fingers loosen, my grip becoming teasingly light. “Tell me what you're thinking."

I yelp as he grabs my ass hard, pulling my body to his. "Thinking? No. Feeling. Imagining. Envisioning your perfect lips around my cock as I come down your throat. Picturing throwing you on my bed and thrusting my entire cock inside you to see if you can take it." His eyes blaze, his fingers digging into my butt.

"I'm imagining those gorgeous breasts bouncing as I fuck you, and every little noise you're going to make. How you're going to feel when you're twisting on my cock as you come." His breath hitches, and I feel his length twitch in my hands. Loosening my grip even more, a gritty noise rumbles through his throat.

"So fucking close, baby."

"Keep talking."