Page 14 of Protective Boss
“Oh god, yes Jason. I am so glad it’s you,” she says, breaking into a grin.
I return her smile and grab her breast, letting it fill my entire palm. "I thought as much," I murmur, lowering my mouth to her breasts and at the same time sliding my hand down between her legs. But I barely touched her, drawing lazy circles with a finger over her panties. Gently teasing more of those breathless moans from her lips.
“Please,” she mutters, her breathing hitching slightly. “Oh, please…”
“What are you begging me for, Bianca?”
“Touch me…please.” She responds, bucking her hips against mine in a desperate attempt to create friction.
“Be more specific, love,” I say, prolonging the torture for the both of us.
“I want you inside of me. Now!”
“That’s my girl,” I say, stepping slightly away from her. “Now, strip.”
She obeys, hurriedly taking off her clothes items. "Stop," I commanded just as she was about to take off the last piece of clothing; a sexy lacy black pants. "I'll do that."
For a moment, I let myself take in her nakedness, the perfect curve of her body, her slim toned limbs and perfect creamy skin.
Damn.
“Baby, you're gorgeous,” I say, gently pushing her towards the bed. I position her so she's standing with her back to me. Blood rushes to my cock at the feel of her perfectly rounded ass against my groin, causing my head to swim.
“Bend down. Ass out,” I command, barely able to control myself, but knowing I need to be careful with her.
She obeys instantly, jutting her ass out in a perfect arch. A guttural groan bursts out of my lips as desire jolts through my entire body.
“Ah, fuck,” I moan, running my palm over the smooth expanse of her ass. “I can't wait to slide into his tightness… hmmm…”
I finger the edge of her black lace panties. “These are gorgeous, but they have to go,” I say, then slip my finger under her panties and between her folds.
She gasps, rocking backward into my hand. I let out another deep moan as I unzip my pants and take my cock. I stroke my hand along my hand length in two fast pumps, continuing to work her so she is read for me. Gently, I begin pumping into her inch by inch, allowing her to adjust to my length and the new sensations.
Finally, I am fully seated inside her. Ever so slowly, I begin to thrust, hoping she can adjust quickly because I am on the verge of losing control.
As she relaxes around me, I ask, “Is this good for you, baby? Feeling any pain? Or are you ready for me to fuck your brains out?” I nip at her shoulder while I wait for her response.
“I’m ready,” she gasps out.
“Hang on, baby,” I say, spanking her ass. Then I withdraw slowly and thrust into her again; hard and fast. She screams my name, shuddering as a wave of climax overtakes her body. Placing one hand on the small of her back, I pin her in place and continue to move in and out of her. Her body jerks back and forth with the strength of my movement. The bed bangs against the wall and with every sharp thrust, our skin slaps together lusciously. Her moans and cries grow louder. I can feel myself getting closer to the edge too, ready to explode. I flip her over seamlessly and continue pumping into her with enough force to make her teeth clatter.
I'm far too gone to be gentle… to be considerate.
Bringing my two palms down onto the bed on either side of her head, I look into her eyes. She closes her eyes, shielding herself from my intensity.
“Open your eyes,” I order. “Look at me.” She obeys. “That’s it,” I encourage, my voice gruff with desire. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”
I'm sweating profusely, my breathing clipped as I continue to slam in and out of her. Then I lost control, and at about the same time, her body started to tremble with a second orgasm. The world goes black and. I feel myself drowning in the dark chasm of pleasure, anchored only by the sound of her voice calling my name… over and over again.
***
The next morning, I open my eyes to see her staring into my face. My chest instantly fills up with a strange yet welcome warmth. The feeling of waking up to Bianca beside me is indescribable, never in my life have I felt so content, so… at peace.
"Have I died and gone to heaven?" I tease, reaching out to cup her beautiful face. "Are you my guardian angel, gorgeous?"
She laughs, the soft tinkling sound that never fails to arouse the butterflies in my stomach. “Do you flirt with angels now?”
"Only ones that look like you, love."