Page 15 of Boss Abroad

Taking that as an invite, I crawl my way on top of her and kiss her open mouth. She groans when she tastes herself on me and grabs my hair, deepening the kiss and sucking my tongue like it’s my cock. I love a woman who enjoys her own taste.

I break the kiss—hopefully the spell, too—and bite her swollen bottom lip. I need to have another taste of her. Fuck, give me a liter of her. Teasing her, I press kisses to her stomach, and her hips rock as if she’s desperate for my touch. I tug on her underwear, peeling it off her legs so she’s completely exposed. My cock aches so much I have to squeeze it to regain some composure.

I bury my face back between her thighs, turning my attention to her clit. I lick and suck her swollen bundle of nerves as I push three fingers inside her. The sound of her arousal echoes around the room and she thrashes her head on the pillows, a mess of brown hair everywhere, as I thrust in and out of her.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” she whimpers. I keep driving deep into her, but take my mouth off her clit, wanting to tease and edge her until she’s begging me not to stop.

“Are you crying for help, gorgeous? I'm the only one that can help you now, so how about you cry my name instead?”

“Liam! LIAM! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

"Much better,” I counter, before lavishing her clit with my tongue again. Her moans are music and I can’t help but add to the melody, humming into her pussy.

She lifts her feet to the mattress, her legs widening as she pushes herself down on my fingers, desperate to come. Oh, baby. Not until I say so.

I speed up and slow down, expertly edging her until she quivers violently and begs again, her voice faltering. “Liam, you’re going to kill me. Let me come. Please. Make me come.” Her fingers bury in my hair as she pulls me tighter against her, hips bucking wildly as she tries to take what she needs, but I’m not letting her get what she wants just yet.

“I don’t think I can stop, beautiful. If you come, you might want me to stop.” I smirk between sucking and licking and nipping. “Do you want me to stop now?”

Her body is convulsing, on the verge of an orgasm. She’s barely coherent as she begs me not to stop. I feel almighty as I watch her unravel under my touch.

“I can’t stop eating this pussy.” I replace my fingers with my tongue, fucking her with it. My beard is covered in her juices, and still I want more. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of this pussy,” I mumble against her lips.

I slap her clit and she jumps from the bed like I've electrocuted her, then holds herself up on her elbows. Her face and cleavage are glistening with sweat. I run my hands over her thighs, up her crotch and squeeze it. “Lay down and take it, April. I’m not done with you.”

She whimpers and tries to bring her hand to her clit, but I smack it away. “Right now, this pussy is mine, and I said I’m not done with it.”

I pump my fingers lazily into her again. “Damn you for getting so wet for me.”

I pump faster, licking her arousal from my lips. “Damn you for tasting this good.”

I stare down at where she’s stretched around my three fingers, and the thought of replacing them with my cock prompts me to fuck her faster.

“Damn you for being so tight.” I dive back in like a famished man, devouring her until she’s chanting my name like a prayer. Then I lick, suck then scrape my bottom teeth over her clit, and she explodes.

Her body thrashes violently, her moans turning into screams as her hands tighten in my hair and she rubs herself on my face, riding out her orgasm.

I keep fucking her slowly with my fingers and don’t stop until she’s completely done, licking up every drop of her arousal, loving how the aftershocks ripple through her body.

Every now and then, her pussy grasps my fingers in a tight hold, as if jolts of electricity are coursing through her.

I’ve never seen a woman come apart so beautifully before.

Once her body relaxes, I kiss along her thighs and make my way up her body, regretting not undressing her before. I can’t wait to take her again, but April is like a rag doll right now. The most disheveled and stunning rag doll I’ve ever seen.

Fuck, what am I thinking? I don’t even sound like myself. I shake my head to clear my fuzzy, pussy whipped mind.

I can’t help but chuckle at the sight of her. I might’ve actually broken the woman. I go back to trailing kisses up her body until I reach her face and kiss her stained cheeks. “Beautiful, come have a bath.”

“Liam, I don’t think I can stand. Please call 911,” she mutters, eyes still closed like it’s too much effort to open them.

“It’s 999 over here. And I didn’t say you needed to stand up.” I scoop her up and cradle her in my arms, carrying her to the couple’s bathtub in the suite.

Turning the light dimmer to the minimum, I place her down on the chaise longue and remove what’s left of my clothes.

I don’t need to tell her to open her eyes now. Naughty little thing. She smiles as if I’m giving her a private show.

“May I help you with your dress?”