Page 68 of Boss Abroad
“Trust me, then. I won’t let you.”
And there goes that pussy strangling my fingers again. I fuck her harder as a reward, then slow the pace. With some hesitation, she lets go of one arm, then the other. And then she lets go of everything. Control, titles, worries. She lets her arms hang loose by her sides and allows me to carry most of her weight.
I’m holding her up by her throat and by her pussy. She’s treading on the tip of her heeled toes, yielded to me, and I might come in my pants from this sight alone. From the power I’m holding, from the pleasure I’m giving. What a fucking vision.
She’s my fuck puppet and I’m about to make her come undone in front of me.
Her pussy starts convulsing, so I tighten my hold on her throat and bring my mouth to her ear. “Tap on my arm if it’s too much, okay?” April bites into her bottom lip, holding in a moan and nodding her agreement.
Her body tries to meet every thrust of my hand, but she doesn’t have much leeway. She’s balancing herself by the tip of her toes, hanging from her neck on my hand and being pushed back in place with every thrust of my fingers into her.
The sounds of my hand slamming into her become louder and bounce off the walls, joining the symphony of her gasps and moans. April’s moans reach the highest decibels of the night. She’s close.
“That’s it. Now be a good girl and come for me. Let me feel that pussy cream my fingers.” She comes on command, eyes rolling to the back of her head.
“Eyes on me when you come, April.” I squeeze her neck tighter as a warning, but still give enough airway for her to moan loud and incoherently as she looks up at me with wide, incredulous eyes.
April comes apart on my hand, and I come in my pants. I’m not even embarrassed. My hips buck forward at their own accord and I come watching the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, surrendering her body and her trust to me.
I want every bit she’s willing to give me, greedy motherfucker that I am.
Softening my grasp on her neck, I allow her to take a deep breath in and her body slumps, her hands resting on my chest as she recovers from her orgasm.
My fingers are still inside her pussy. I don’t stop, just take on a slower rhythm, massaging and curling inside her, then coming outside to run my soaked fingers ever so slightly over her oversensitive clit.
She trembles in aftershocks and grabs on the arm that is still holding her neck hostage for support, forcing it down so she can plant her feet on the floor. But she never pulls my arm away from her neck.
The thought of her appreciating my hand as her necklace this much puts a smile on my face. There’s so much I want to do to her. With her. I withdraw my fingers from her pussy and run them over her lips, hyper focused on every detail of her face. The pouty lips on her open mouth welcoming the recent free flow of air. Her naughty tongue comes to meet my fingers and steals a taste. Her closed eyelids, depriving me of her emerald eyes. Her amusing flushed cheeks. Her perfect face.
Fucked. I’m fucked.
I bring my focus back to her lips and take them into a violent kiss. It’s a punishing one. I’m punishing her for messing with my head this much. With my hand apparently glued to her throat, I push her against the nearest wall, never breaking our connection.
I hold her there while I slip one finger down along her slit to gather more of her cum and bring it again to my mouth.
Her mouth opens wider. If in shock or invitation, I’m unsure. But I’m a greedy motherfucker, so I take it all for myself.
“You taste fucking addictive.” I lick my fingers clean while she watches me, entranced and squirming. Dropping to my knees, I lick her slit as gently as I can, with soft strokes of my tongue, aware of how sensitive she must be right now. But I need more. And I need it now.
April digs her nails into my skin and I raise her left leg to hook her knee around my shoulder. I drink her in, in one long slow lick. Slit to clit. Her pussy is swollen, lips puffed and red from all the pounding. So fucking beautiful.
I lick every inch and crease with open-mouthed kisses and gentle swipes of my tongue, taking her wetness in and leaving mine behind.
She’s hesitant at first. Hands on my shoulders keep me at a distance so I can’t press my face too hard into her. But with enough coaching, she’s rubbing that gorgeous pussy on my face, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pulling me closer.
I make my way to her clit and flick it with my tongue. April moans, swaying in rhythm with me, and I smile into her pussy. “I need more, April.” Lick. “I want to see you coming again. And I want your pussy coming on my face this time.” I slide a finger in. “Do you have one more for me?”
“Liam, I’m too sensitive. I don’t think I can take it anymore,” she says, rubbing her pussy on my outstretched tongue and convincing no one.
“You can’t?” I insert two fingers and she fucks them. I have yet to make a move. “That’s my good girl.” I sit back on my heels and smile in awe of this sex goddess in front of me.
I slowly curl and uncurl my fingers and let April dictate the rhythm as she fucks my hand. It is not slow.
My cock hurts from the confines of my trousers, screaming it’s had enough, and I use my left hand to ungracefully zip myself down and set it free. “Look down, April. Look at this mess.” My cum-covered, neglected cock is rock hard. Its head purple and angry looking. “I came just from watching you fall apart at my hands. Can you see how hard I am already? That’s what you do to me, woman. That’s how crazy you drive me.”
April’s jaw drops open at the sight of my cock being pumped slowly by my hand. Precum is leaking from its head and she licks her bottom lip, her hips moving faster, fucking my hand harder as if the sight turns her on.
I make my way to her swollen clit. I lick it gently, but she demands more.