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Gulping, I fist the sheets. “What are you going to do with them?”
“Frame them, put them up on one of these walls as kinky artwork.” He rapidly frees my breast too, cupping his shaft at the sight of them rolling out into freedom. “I’ll keep your bra too, because I think you’ve turned me into a damn collector.”
I shudder, not knowing if it’s because I’m naked and about to leave my girlhood behind or because of the way Mycroft is looking at me.
“Cold, little girl?” he asks with a raised brow, stroking my hair behind my shoulder and I nod. “There’s something you could do for me that would warm you up.”
“What is it?” I whisper as my heart flutters like a shaken snow globe in my chest and he takes off his suit and shirt before his hands go to his belt and I stop breathing. He truly is massive, every muscle on him looking like it’s been cut by a sculptor. The V on his stomach, looks like it has a personal vendetta against the body builders of the world and I lick my lips, eager to see what comes next.
“Ready, my little girl?” he rasps with so much care in his voice, he makes me feel like I’m nestled in cotton. “I don’t want to scare you.”
Scare me...? “I’ll be brave for you,” I answer but as it turns out I spoke too soon and at the sight of his extreme manhood, I let out a cry. My heart starts pounding even more as I twist away from him and start crawling towards the bedhead when he clasps down on my ankles.
“No more chasing,” he says in a guttural voice as a hoarse chuckle rumbles out of his chest. “Thought you said you were going to make me proud and be brave?”
He drags me back to the edge of the bed again and I bite my lip, my cheeks flushing. “I want to. But...”
Caressing my chin, he says, “No buts.” He grips himself, standing before me in a godlike position. “You need to learn this, become familiar with this part of me. Stroke it, lick it, fuck it, use it for your own pleasure...” He starts stroking himself, pumping so provocatively that I grow jealous.
That’s mine...
“Open those rosebud lips,” he rasps, his shaft jutting right in front of my face, “take me in your sweet mouth, deep back into to your throat.”
I want nothing else, frantic to please him, make him happy with me and I coat my lips around him, not even budging when he pushes himself deeper. But when his head falls back, clasping my neck with his hand and swells even more, I gag.
Tensing he looks down at me, his eyes flickering with pride and animalistic, male arousal and something seems to snap inside of him. Pushing me down on the soft covers, a raspy growl comes out of his chest, his skin perspiring from sweat, highlighting his obscene physique.
“So damn lovely,” he rasps, “when you’re like this, all vulnerable in my bed with your milky pussy, begging to drain my cock.”
My core pumps at his words, my center seeming to draw him in with invisible threads when he bends his face down and starts sucking, extracting my innocence until it feels like I’m about to lose my virginity to his mouth.
“Ah...oh yes...” I moan in abandonment as he tugs on my nipples with his fingers like they’re his to be used however he wants.
“You like that?” he groans, rubbing his face all over my mound until he hits spots I didn’t even think that I had. “You like me feasting on your uptight, little pussy like a madman?”
I nod fervently, stuttering, “Uptight...?”
His hands graze down my thighs, before dipping to the back and cupping my behind like he’s scooping ice cream. “Aha, so damn tight and slick it feels like she’ll snap at my dick when I put it inside you.”
With heated cheeks, I whimper, “She won’t. I promise you she won’t.”
Looming over me he says, “No pushing me back out?”
I shake my head, my eyes rolling back in my head when he turns me on my stomach, making me so soft from lust that I barely make a sound when he finds his way into my valley.
“Oh fuck,” he groans, “fuck, take me deep into your heat.”
Burying my face in his pillows, I open up more for him, whimpering when the ridges of his shaft scrape against my walls. This is intense, weakening and so intimate that it feels like I’m feverishly whispering all my secrets into his ear.
I love this. I think I love him and tears form in my eyes from the addiction of our bodies being wrapped up like this. When he starts building up a rhythm I arch my back like a cat, the sound of his hips slapping against my butt cheeks blocking any other sounds.
It’s just me and him and our lust and we tame each other so thoroughly that when I start shattering around him, he chokes down his roars, clasping me to him, staying attentive when I cry out and keep crying. It feels like I’m falling even though I’m lying down and I never want this to stop.
And it doesn’t before another orgasm swishes through me, his ruthless body cutting no corners and I scream his name into the pillows, the ceiling and the palm of his hand. My eyes flutter, my heart feeling wide open and I realize how much I’m his. I’m all his.
****
Waking up in my boss’s bed is a strange feeling. His brawny, bicep mountains of arms are clasping me to his chest, his breath tickling my neck and something very hard is poking the space between my thighs. Images of last night flash before my eyes, the way I acted...
