Page 95 of One Bossy Date

I shut him up with my mouth on his.

Anders had no objections and immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up the way he had that first time we’d kissed, only firmer, more eager. My arms found their way around his neck, my legs around his waist. We breathed out in relief, into each other’s mouths because we wouldn’t stop this kiss for anything.

Without stopping his assault on my mouth, he carried me back into the room and lowered me onto the bed, then pulled away from my lips for the split second it took him to yank his hoodie over his head. Naked skin. So much of it. Manly. Muscular. He dropped back down and pressed his body against mine, kissing me desperately.

The feeling of his soft skin and the strength underneath made me gasp. I greedily palmed his torso, caressing his chest and shoulders and running my nails down his back.

He stopped kissing me, growled, and sat back on his haunches. “Fuck, Zoe. Take this fucking off.” He pulled my T-shirt off, pushing my hands above my head. “I just can’t stay away from you. All I want for Christmas is you.”

Awww.

“Keep your arms like this,” he rumbled.

He looked down at me. “Hang on.” Anders reached to the side and switched my bedside lamp on. “That’s better.”

My nipples hardened into granite peaks the instant cool air touched my skin. I lay still for him, my body displayed with my arms above my head as he pulled my legs up and over his thighs.Oh, heavens.

Anders took his time to absorb every detail, running his fingers from my neck down, over my naked breasts, my hard nipples, and my belly. His fingers stilled at the seam of my G-string. “This is nice, but I’m not wasting any fucking time here.”

“Wha—”

He closed his fists around the material and pulled.

The material tore apart. A shredded piece of lace was tossed over his shoulder and onto to the floor. Another gasp escaped my mouth. My pussy started dripping.

Momentarily startled, I looked over the edge of the bed. “Oh, my God.” Anders pulled me back roughly, pinned me back down with his hands on my arms, and his body covered mine.

Feeling my rapid heartbeat, he hovered over me, his bulge teasing me.

“I wanna make one thing fucking clear.” His grumbly voice sounded deadly serious—and I was all here for it. “You’re mine. You hear?”

His mouth started at my neck, doing what he did so fucking well, and moved down to suck my nipple. A moan escaped my throat. It was hard to think. “You fucking hear?” he repeated, his voice even deeper.

“Yes, Anders…” I settled into the sensation, and I couldn’t help it—my eyes closed.

He used rough, urgent hands to caress my tits and hold each one in his palm, while teasing my nipples with his tongue. All too soon, he abandoned that task and made his way farther down, kissing a trail over my stomach and even lower, until his urgent and angry tongue surprised me with a lick to my little clit.

“Oh,” I gasped.

His tongue continued teasing my pussy with wild passion. “You’re fucking mine. Everything is mine. Your pussy is mine. Your clit is mine.” He sucked it in deep and released it with a loud sound, then in one jerky motion, made himself comfortable between my legs and wrapped his large hands around my thighs. “Everything about you is fucking gorgeous.”

“What?” I asked, startled, because I’d never heard anyone say that. I had no time to process the compliment, however, because he suddenly pulled his tongue up from the bottom of my slit to the top, ending with a swirling motion around my clit. “Anders…” I moaned hoarsely, and the room started spinning, but in a great, wonderful, heavenly way.

“And I’m going to use that body how I please.” He licked my swollen clit again, and again, and again, spreading my folds mischievously with his tongue. I was losing myself, pushing my head into the pillow and delving my fingers into his chocolate-brown hair. “Yeah, hold onto me.” He continued his attack, devouring me, ravaging me, and I was already on the edge, and all it took was one more flick of his firm tongue against my little bud.

I moaned loudly, coming apart.

A massive orgasm rolled through me, and a million stars burst behind my lids. I came so hard I nearly blacked out.

I pushed my hips forward, and he held his head right there until the waves of pleasure had stopped coursing through my body.

“God, Anders,” I muttered, letting my body fall limp from the exertion. “This was…so…amazing.”

“I know, baby.”

Anders kissed my clit (sosweet) and crawled back up over my body. I immediately went for his sweatpants—’cause this bitch had no time to lose after she got her pussy ate,again(high five, Jim!)—pulling them over his dick and then his ass.

His stiff cock jumped out, hard as a rock. If my pussy hadn’t already been soaking wet, anticipating being filled, it would be now.