Page 5 of The Boss

Her tits fill my hands perfectly, soft and heavy, and when I close my lips around one tight nipple and drag my teeth over it, she exhales a low, broken, rasping sound. Neediness.

"Matthew—"

My name on her lips sinks into my bones and makes my cock leak against her thigh. I'm so hard it hurts.

I keep moving lower, tasting the salt of her skin, the faint sheen of sweat between her breasts. I map her ribs, the soft plane of her stomach, the sharp bone of her hip that I bite gently just to hear her whimper.

By the time I hook my fingers in her panties and drag them down her legs, her pussy's already glistening, inner thighs slick, the scent of her so strong it makes my head spin. Headier than the bourbon.

"What's taking you so long? Please, Matthew."

"Patience, love."

"Fuck you."

"Yes, you're about to."

I spread her open with my thumbs and drag my tongue up the center of her in one long, filthy stroke. She cries out, hips jerking hard off the mattress. She tastes like sin—I already know I'll be craving this—and I bury my face between her thighs.

Her thighs clamp around my head as I suck her clit between my lips and flick it with my tongue. The wet sounds of my mouth on her fill the room, mixing with her broken moans and my rhythmic pulse.

Every flick and flutter of my tongue has her yanking my hair and scraping my scalp with her nails. She claws them into my scalp. I feel it. Her pleasure is my pain.

"Oh God, Matthew. Your mouth."

Vivian threads both fingers through my hair and rubs her pussy against my mouth, grinding on my face shamelessly. With my hands cupping her ass, I alternate between open-mouthed kisses along her folds and sliding my tongue inside her inner walls. Faster with each kiss. Deeper with each thrust.

"Yes, that feels so good. Yes!"

I'm about to slide a finger inside her when she hauls me up by the hair and takes my mouth in a searing kiss. The taste of her own pussy on my tongue makes her moan into my mouth.

"I really, really would like you to fuck me," she pants, eyes dark and wild. "No," her eyelids press firmly together, "I need you to fuck me."

This time, I let her. Her fingers make quick work of my belt, shoving my pants and boxers down in one impatient push. The second her hot little hand wraps around my bare cock, my focus just falls apart.

She strokes me root to tip, thumb smearing the pre-cum over the head, watching my face the entire time, the side of her mouth lifting.

"You're going to kill me, Vivian."

"That's the plan."

Vivian lines me up, the slick head of my cock nudging against her soaked entrance. The first push inside her is goddamn transcendent. She's molten, unbearably tight, walls fluttering around me as I sink in, just the tip, the head, then inch by slow inch.

We both moan when I bottom out, breathing ragged, our foreheads pressed together. The wet heat of her squeezing my bare cock is almost too much. I feel like I'm about to embarrass myself by coming in three seconds.

"Fuck, Vivian. You feel incredible. So fucking tight and hot and perfect."

She plants her heels on my lower back and rolls her hips. "God, you're big."

"You can take it."

"You're splitting me in half."

"Take it like a good fucking girl, Vivian."

"Then move."

Her wish is my command.