Page 13 of Boss Abroad
Her hard nipples poke out against the fabric of her dress, luring my hands to them. I rub, pinch, and make them even harder. She’s so fucking responsive. April moans louder and my cock throbs in the confines of my pants.
My grip on her tightens as the high-speed elevator carries us to level 52 in less than sixty seconds. The ping it makes as it reaches our floor brings us back to Earth and she asks me, all breathless and bothered, “What’s the room number?”
“Fifty-two hundred.” I show her the key card and she steals it from my hand. She steps out of the elevator, takes off her heels, gives me the cheekiest smile ever and says, “I’ll race you,” speeding in front of me.
What the actual fuck? I crack up and walk as fast as I can, adjusting my aching cock that would’ve burst my pants open had I taken up her challenge and ran.
She’s panting when I get to her, waiting for me with the door open.
I shut the door behind us and dive back onto those lips. I’ve never kissed anything so soft, so inviting, so wild. Those lips will be my demise. I grab the nape of her neck, break our kiss and look down at her as her chest rises and falls in quick, mesmerizing successions.
I’ve only kissed her and alarm bells are already ringing, signaling that I’m in over my head. I don’t remember being this excited, this drawn to a woman in God knows how long. Ever, maybe. Fuck. It’s such a turn on and also annoying as hell. I’m getting too carried away. I need to write ‘escort’ on a Post It and stick it on her forehead so I don’t forget what tonight is about.
Unbuckling my belt, she pulls my cock free and murmurs to herself—a whisper that I catch to my utter pleasure—“Damn. This is going to hurt so good.”
I fist her hair, forcing her head up to look into my eyes. She moans freely now, unashamed.
“Tell me your hard limits,” I say before I assault her lips some more.
She pulls her face away, making me pull harder on her hair.
“Freaking try me.” Her brows arch to challenge me. “I’m not a delicate flower, Liam.”
Oh, baby. It’s on.
She starts rubbing my cock up and down, gentle just for the first few pumps, then she squeezes me hard and jerks me off nice and rough. I buck back like a fucking first timer, running from the silky trap of her fingers. She feels too good, and that’s just her hand.
“Fuck, April. I’m about to embarrass myself and I don’t want to ruin that pretty dress of yours.” I need to fuck her before I blow in her hand. And I need to not behave like an inexperienced teenager. What the fuck has gotten into me today?
“Don’t you dare waste any cum out of my body.” When she talks like that, my chances don’t look so good.
With that, she falls to her knees, licks me from base to head and sucks my precum. Closing my eyes for a nanosecond, I knock my head back on the wall. I’m sure that was supposed to hurt, but all I can feel right now are her lips around my cock. It’s slow, wet, the purest torture. I look back down and she’s staring back at me. April moans like it's the best thing she’s tasted tonight. Sorry, Martín.
She pumps my shaft while she sucks further down my length, driving me deeper, an inch at a time, getting used to my size. Fuck. She really is a pro.
It takes an inhumane effort not to come. I want to come, but I want her to keep sucking me even more. I can’t stop watching her, even though I know it’ll be the death of me. She’s busy but still locks eyes with me.
April takes me to the back of her throat and swallows. The pressure around my head is sublime and I can’t rein in the spasm that runs down my body. I’m so fucking close. She frees my cock and inhales deep through her lips, catching up on her breath.
“Fuck my mouth, big boy. Let’s see how much of you I can take.”
Feeling daring, isn’t she? And wouldn’t you know, I’m curious to find that out too. I’m just not sure she’d be this brave if she knew how rough I can be, and how my control is already hanging by a thread.
April opens her mouth, puts her tongue out, and waits for me.
I take my sweet time admiring the view of this gorgeous woman on her knees, hungry for me. Slapping her tongue a few times with the head of my cock, I then caress her gorgeous face with my index finger.
That’s it. I can’t take the eagerness in her eyes anymore, so I move one hand through her hair until I have a firm grip on her head. My other hand guides my dick along her tongue. She relaxes her jaw, letting me in, giving me the control I crave.
“Open wide, gorgeous. I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth hard, deep and you’re going to drink up every last drop. Take it all, then lick my cock clean.”
I’m no longer able to do slow or gentle and start fucking her mouth with purpose.
She moans her approval, knuckles turning pale as she holds on as tight as she can to the fabric of the pants I’m still wearing.
I push deeper into her throat and pause for her to catch her breath.
“Is this your limit, beautiful?”