“We shouldn’t, or you don’t want to?”
“You’re my boss.”
“Mmm.” I lean forward, running my nose up her neck as I inhale her scent. A low growl rumbles from my chest as my cock, already thick and hard, jumps to attention beneath her. I grip her waist with my left hand, the right still settled over her breast. “Tell me why that makes me want to do it all the more?”
She gasps, arching into my touch as her hands grip my sweater. The way she responds to my touch is unreal.
“You’re always such a good girl, Miss Emmert.” I slide my tongue up her neck and a groan falls from her lips. “Makes me want to show you how fun it can be to be naughty, to break the rules and take what you want.” I open my mouth, biting down on the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder.
“Tell me,” she moans.
“Tell you what, sweetheart?”
“What you want.”
I lean back just far enough to look at her. Her eyes are closed, her hands curled into fists, her thighs squeezing mine tightly. I release her breast, bringing my hand down to slide beneath her shirt this time. I go slowly, my fingers brushing against her warm skin until I reach her full breast.
“Look at me,” I command, pausing until her eyes open. Running my thumb over her pert nipple, I cup her once more. I maintain eye contact as I lift her shirt with my other hand, fully exposing both her breasts to my hungry gaze. Leaning in, I drag my tongue up her taut belly until I reach the underside of her breast and slowly slide it up, circling her nipple once before sucking it into my mouth.
“Ohhh,” she moans, her hand tangling in my hair as she grinds her hips down on me.
I switch to the other breast, biting down on her nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I go back and forth between them, kneading one while I kiss and suck the other.
“Fuck me, your tits are perfect.” I grab them both, one in each hand, and press them together. “They’d look so good with my cock between them. Would you like that, Miss Emmert? Would you like to see me fuck your luscious tits and leave my mark on them?” She nods, and I lean in to bite the top of one breast. She hisses from the pain, but I don’t stop. Instead, I bite down harder, sucking her flesh into my mouth and marking her with a perfect outline of my teeth.
“Now you’re mine.” I plant a kiss where I left my mark, certain she’ll be bruised tomorrow. “Sadie, look at me.” Her eyes are hazy with lust when they lock on mine. “I’m not going to fuck you right now, but there is one thing I need to know.”
“Why not?”
I pull her shirt back down over her breasts, leaning in to plant a quick kiss on her lips. “Why am I not going to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“It isn’t because I don’t want to. In fact, I’d love to spend the next twenty-four hours buried in your pussy; but I didn’t come here today to get into your bed. I came to be a friend and to check on you.”
I place my hand on her knee, gliding it up her exposed thigh until I reach the bottom of her shorts.
“Friends don’t fuck?” Her voice is timid, and the question makes me chuckle.
“Look at you being naughty. Just hearing you say the wordfucklike that has me questioning my decision.” I smile, my hand slipping beneath her shorts as I run my thumb over her panties. Her breath stutters, her eyelids fluttering when I find her clit and rub it through the material.
“Friends certainly fuck, but I’m not interested in that, and frankly, the things I’m interested in doing might intimidate you. So I’m going to coax out your filthy side.” I push her panties to the side and my thumb is instantly soaked in her juices as I repeat my previous motion on her bare pussy.
“Oh, that feels good,” she groans.
“Good, I want to make you feel good. Look at me sweetheart, keep your eyes on me.” She opens her eyes again. “Good girl. Now, as I was saying, I have a million fantasies about you, and I think there’s a dirty little girl hiding behind that good girl facade. I think you just haven’t been with the right man, one who made you feel comfortable enough to explore that side.”
I replace my thumb with two fingers, sliding them up and down her slick folds twice more before coaxing her open and dipping inside her heat.
“So while I’m not going to fuck you with my cock today”—I grip her chin with my free hand—“I am going to fuck you with my fingers because I need to watch you come. Then I’m going to lick them clean so I know just how fucking good your pussy tastes. Okay?”
“Ooookay.” The word escapes her lips on a moan as I bury my fingers inside her. Lazily pumping my hand in and out of her body while my thumb dances across her clit, I look down to where my fingers are slick with her juices, and my mouth waters in anticipation.
“Has a man ever done that to you baby? Fucked you with his fingers just so he can watch you come, then lick you clean?”
“N—no.” Her eyes roll back in her head, her fingers digging deeper into my sweater.
“I want to look at you across the room at your family Christmas and know I’ve tasted you. I want you to look at me and know that all I’ll be thinking about is when I get to taste you again.”