Page 21 of Fake Summer Boss
"May I…do more than that?"
She bites her beautiful bottom lip. It's a trigger that makes my heart and cock pound at the same time. I fling off my jacket, then take her hands in mine.
With a laugh, she drops my hands and grabs my tie to pull me in for a kiss. "Much more," she whispers. "I want everything."
"Good."
She undoes my tie. I unzip her dress. My shirt hits the floor and then I stare at my gorgeous girl, wearing only light mauve panties and a lacy bra that shows off her gorgeous tits so well my mouth waters.
I can barely contain the growl in the back of my throat as I tear off the rest of my suit, my shorts, anything that could come between us. It's difficult to hide the fact that my hands are trembling as I gently remove her bra.
"You're so soft, baby. Every inch of you."
A shiver runs through her. "Where else are you soft, beautiful? Is your sweet pussy getting wet for me already?" She nods slightly. "Do you need your communication-challenged boss to lick it?” Another nod. "Do you need me to make you come?"
With each small nod, Layne’s breath becomes more ragged. I lay her across the bed, then grip the side of her panties. "Up," I command, before she automatically lifts her hips. As I slide the fabric down her silky thighs, it hits me.
This is my woman. Layne is the one.
The one I’ll make coffee for every morning. The one I’ll fall asleep next to every night.
She's the only woman I'll make love to for the rest of my life.
And that is, hands down, the most satisfying thought I've ever had.
13
LAYNE
I’ve never had a lucid dream before. But everything Mack says and does is so perfect, that’s what it feels like.
Mack slowly slips off my panties, leaving me naked, laid out like an offering across the bed. His deep brown eyes say that he just wants to make me melt with pleasure. Should I feel nervous? No. I know I'm ultimately the one in control.
My face grows warm as he nudges my knees apart, analyzing every inch of my skin, caressing me with a tenderness that borders on worship.
"So beautiful," he murmurs, lying down and positioning us diagonally across the bed. I grab a few pillows to prop myself up again. Watching his eyes glow is just as hot as the way he makes me feel.
His deep voice is raspy as he looks at me. "Spread your pussy. Show me where you want me.”
I appreciate his clear communication. I'd be lost at what to do next otherwise. My hands lift, trembling as I spread my legs wide, then reach between them. With a finger on each side, I open my outer lips, feeling completely exposed.
He lets out a dark, ravenous growl that hits deep in the back of my soul.
Mack lunges forward, burying himself in my flesh, murmuring, "Mine."
All rational thought falls away as I realize how hot and wet my pussy is. While his tongue flicks sharply against my clit, he traces a lazy pattern along my inner thigh with his fingertips. A shiver runs through me as his index finger circles my inner lips. Sparkles of desire shoot down my spine and through my entire nervous system from his gentle, perfect touches.
I gasp as a finger slides inside me, then again when his other hand traces the curve of my breasts, his thumb flicking against my tight nipples.
I'm about to come, so hard. I can feel the tension gathering in my core. Just as the horizon is in sight, Mack lunges upward, pulling an aching nipple between his lips.
"I haven't sucked these enough," he groans, switching to the other side. "They look so pretty and delicious I can't resist."
"Mack," I whisper, my hips writhing with desperate need. "I was so close."
His eyes blaze as he moves up to capture my mouth. He slides his finger back inside me, pulsing with a slow, perfect beat. "I know, baby. I need to tease you a little longer."
"Why? I don't…just…"
