Page 21 of Boss Abroad
I’m wearing a victory grin as I climb that mountain of a man to impale myself with that huge cock again.
The descent is enough of a challenge to allow self-doubt to creep in. Can I take him like this? The shiver running up my spine as I take another inch reminds me I love the thrill. I could use some help, though. “Talk to me, Liam.”
“Are you breaking a sweat there, baby girl? Is this too much for you?” Who does he think he's fooling? His voice is as strained as mine. Those throbbing veins in his neck look like they're about to burst, and he's sprouting new ones on his forehead by the second.
Seeing and hearing him like this is just what I need to focus on in my endeavors. My hips sway to the sound of his rough voice, gyrating and moving further down.
“No,” I lie too. “I’m in no rush.” I parrot his words between pants and he thrusts up, his punishing hips leaving the bed, making my internal organs rearrange inside my body.
“Me neither,” he says while his cock drives further and further in with each of his pumps. Liars, the both of us.
When my crotch finally meets his, all air leaves my lungs, as if to give his cock more room to fit inside me.
Fuck first, breathe second, that’s the order of my priorities.
I laugh out loud while I rub my clit on Liam and ride him senseless. I ride him like I’ve been born and raised on a farm and that upbringing has shaped me into a true cowgirl.
Oh yeah, this is it. This right here is the best fuck of my life.
I’m lost in this sensory overload, face up, eyes closed, skin prickling everywhere, deafened by my own moans. And then Liam’s hand cups my chin, making me open my eyes, only to be confronted by his.
He pulls me down, raises himself to meet me halfway, and then kisses me. This kiss. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed like that. This kiss makes me think I’ve never been kissed, period. It heightens everything I believed I was already feeling in its maximum voltage.
His grip on my chin tightens as he thrusts deeper than ever and I feel… claimed. The hairs on my body are not standing, they have left the building. Please cancel all future waxing appointments.
My hands leave his chest to grab his hair and bring him closer still. My limbs seem to think there’s no such thing as close enough.
We kiss and fuck in a rhythm one only expects from synchronized Olympic sports, not a first date. A blind one, for that matter. And when we break this damning kiss, I’m relieved to find as much astonishment in his eyes as I feel inside my chest.
This connection is too much.
It seems to be too much for him too because his eyes drop to my lips and I take that as my cue to get back to cowgirl position. I hold onto his chest as he trails a gentle touch so unlike the brutal way he fucks into me, moving down my neck, shoulders, and arms, leaving a scorching trail in its path. “That’s it, baby girl,” he says like I needed the incentive, making me rock back and forth with all my might.
“Shut up, Liam. I’m trying very hard not to come and you calling me ‘baby girl’ isn’t helping.”
“Would this help?” he asks, raising his head enough to suck a nipple into his hot, wet mouth and scraping his teeth across it.
“No, not helpful at all. Where do I forward a complaint? HR?”
He laughs out loud and, oh my God, that laugh. I swear it just got me hornier for this man.
“How about this? Is that helpful?” He raises my body with great care and tremendous skill, without ever taking himself from inside me, positioning himself sitting under me. He holds my thighs, pumping my hips up and down, like I weigh nothing.
I grip on to his shoulders and let him lead. My whole body bobs up and down and I clench down hard on his cock every time he fills me to the hilt. “So. Not. Helpful.”
“Okay,” he replies breathlessly. “This shall be my final attempt then.”
He pulls me by the nape of my neck, bringing my ear to his mouth. “Clench that tight little pussy again for me, April.” My pussy obeys of her own accord. “Yes, baby girl. Like that. Now rub that clit all over my cock.”
He curses quietly as I comply with every order. “Yes, baby. Moan for me. Let me hear you. Louder.” He fists my hair tighter and my pussy tightens, too. “Wake up the whole fucking floor.”
I’m close. Too close.
“Come for me now because I’m this close to exploding inside that perfect little pussy of yours and I want you to milk me dry when I do. So come for me, baby, because I’m ready to come for you. Come, April.”
And that’s how I come on demand for Liam, rubbing my sobbing pussy all over him, obeying his every command.
My throat is hoarse, my body is limp, but my pussy is still fluttering around him. Liam holds me in place as he empties himself inside me with the sexiest sound a man has ever made in my vicinity. He holds my hips so tight that I wonder if I’ll have fingerprint bruises tomorrow. Secretly, I hope I do.