Page 20 of A Million Boss Kisses

CHAPTER NINE

Yaseer Haynes

A soft, delicate pair of hands gently caressed my shoulders, causing my eyes to pop open.

I smiled up at Marissa’s beautiful face.

Her expression was hazy with desire, and those perfect lips parted as she ran her tongue across her bottom lip.

The soft glow from the lights outside the floor to ceiling windows bathed her pretty face.

For a second, I thought I was dreaming and begged my subconscious not to ruin this for me.

Then, Marissa broke the hungry gaze and dipped down to kiss me. I gripped the back of her neck, letting my tongue invade her mouth this time, claiming every soft moan she gave me. Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of my joggers and into my boxers, gripping my dick with no hesitation.

The way my dick grew in the palm of her hands, I realized this wasn’t a dream. Marissa brought her fine ass out here and woke me up out of my sleep like this, touching me like she knew what to do with that big motha fucka in her hands.

Breaking the kiss, I kept both hands on the sides of her face, forcing her to look at me. She froze, her eyes flicking with a mixture of lust and hesitation.

“Fuck. I thought this was a dream,” I admitted. “You gotta talk to me. Tell me what you want. I need your consent. That was the rule, right? Give me your consent, and I’ll make you feel all of that.”

She nodded fervently.

“Nah,” I said, brushing my thumb along her jaw. “Open that pretty mouth. I need you to use your words, Marissa.”

I loved seeing her like this. During all of our previous interactions, Marissa was loud and boisterous, but now that my dick was in her hand, she wanted to play timid and shy.

“You gotta say you want me. Say I can take my time claiming what’s mine,” I leaned up and whispered against her lips.

“I want you,” Marissa finally admitted, voice raspy and soaked in need. “You can take your time with me.”

“Can I take this bra off you?” I queried, rubbing circles around her nipples through the fabric of her bra.

“Yes,” she nodded.

I released the grip I had on her face and slid my hand around her back, unclasping the bra with ease.

The fabric fell away, and her titties sat up, full and perfect, bouncing slightly as she exhaled.

Cupping her supple breast in the palms of my hands, I held them firm as I stared into her eyes. “Can I suck on them?”

“You can do whatever you want to do with them.”

Sucking her right nipple into my mouth, I used my free hand to caress the left. The sweet moans that escaped her mouth were even sexier than the ones she emitted while eating that damn cheesecake. Marissa was grinding into my lap now, soft and slow.

I switched to sucking on her left nipple, giving it the same attention, sucking it gently, and grazing it with my teeth just to see how she would react.

A low hiss escaped her mouth, and her hands went to the back of my head.

Her acrylic nails gently ran across my scalp and ignited a fire within me.

Releasing the suction I had on Marissa’s nipples, I shifted her gently onto her back. Her long hair bounced all over her face, and I gently brushed her curls aside so I could see her full face. My hands slid down her body, over her breast, until I reached the waistband of her panties.

“Can I take these off?”

“Yep,” she grinned.

I leaned down, using my teeth to slide her panties down and over her ankles, my eyes locked on hers in the dimly lit room. I licked up her calf until I met the intersection of her thighs, pausing just before I could taste her pussy.

“Can I devour this pussy?” I sought consent again.

“Yes,” she whimpered, closing her eyes momentarily, then looking up at the ceiling before her gaze dropped back down to me.

Once I had her full attention, I spread her legs wider, allowing my tongue to brush over her clit with a few slow, deliberate flicks.

Her body jerked beneath me, her back arching in response as if she was holding the breath that escaped her for centuries.

With my eyes locked on Marissa, I did it again, slower this time, and when she released a loud moan, I slid my tongue down, allowing it to explore her slit, savoring in her essence.

Her thighs trembled as she gripped the edges of the couch.

Watching Marissa surrender and unravel had my dick at full attention.

I needed to feel her but I had a point to prove.

I needed her brain foggy with nothing but thoughts of me running through her head.

Fuck her husband or any other suitors she might have.

Marissa scooted back, trying to run from me, and I grabbed her waist and held her in place before allowing my tongue to slide deep as my nose grazed her clit. “Uh-uh,” I warned lowly as my tongue trailed back up to latch on her clit.

I dove in, moving my tongue in tight circles, loud slurping sounds filling the silent room.

“Shit, right there Yaseer, baby!”

Marissa squealed since she had no choice but to sit there and take the euphoric feeling that my entire mouth around her clit provided as my tongue swirled in tight circles.

Adding two fingers slow and deep with a slight curl, causing her to cry out.

Her hands gripped my head, and her thighs clasped the sides of my head as she slid over that edge and into a body shuddering orgasm.

I kept going with a smile on my face until she came down off that high.

Her incoherent moans lowered, and I released her clit, allowing my tongue to trail down to taste her one more time.

The angelic smile that covered her face was one of pure bliss. I released her waist and lifted off her, scooping Marissa off the couch like she weighed nothing. Carrying her into the bedroom, I gently laid her on the bed.

Marissa bounced up with that fire in her eyes, walking toward me with that spoiled, sultry strut I couldn’t get enough of. She pressed her palms to my chest and gave me a soft push until I hit the mattress, then straddled my lap with all of the confidence she usually possessed.

“That’s right, this yo dick, take control, beautiful,” I encouraged her.

Marissa bit her bottom lip while gripping my dick. She slipped the tip in and leaned up, hovering her lips just above mine.

“You said you were going to make me feel all of that, right?” She challenged.

I smirked, gripping her waist. “Say less.”

I flipped her ass over, I shoved my dick inside, fighting the urge to moan like a bitch because every inch of my dick fought to be inside of her tight walls, and they were hugging me like they never wanted to let me go.

This was home for sure. Pushing her left thigh over, I gripped the right one and drilled deeper.

“Ohhhhhh! Yaseer!” She screamed.

“You like this rough shit, huh? Just like that fucking mouth when you get to talking yo shit. Rough!”

“Yes!” she confirmed, nodding her head as she clawed at my back.

I reached down to thumb her clit while keeping my pace. Her hips bucked beneath me, fucking me back. “Shit! You the fucking devil in the flesh motha fuckas warn men about.”

“I can be whatever you want me to be,” she moaned.

“I want you to be my lil freak tonight. Play with that clit for me. Show me how you like it done,” I pleaded.

Marissa bit on that juicy bottom lip, and I leaned down to suck it into my mouth for a second, until I felt her hand reach between us.

I sat back up, hooking the backs of her knees over my arms, giving me a full view of her lilac stiletto nails circling her clit.

Placing my hands beneath her back, I lifted her off the bed to fuck her in that position.

This was the best view. Her titties bouncing in perfect view as her eyes rolled to the back of her head as she came all over my dick.

I gently placed her back on the bed because I was right behind her, pulling out to shoot my nut all over her stomach.

Marissa’s limp body sprawled across my bed with her hair flowing in all directions was some picture perfect shit.

I went into the bathroom and grabbed a warm rag to clean her up.

She was exhausted and emitting light snores before I was even done with her.

I took a quick shower so I wouldn’t have to in the morning, then slid into the bed behind her, pulling her into my arms. I nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck and fell asleep listening to the cutest light snores escape from her.

“Yaseer,” the sound of Marissa’s voice tore me from my sleep.

Groggy as fuck, I sat up in bed, assuming it must’ve been time for her to head to the airport. I was planning to make sure she got there safely, so I sat up, prepared to start my day. But when I saw her in front of me naked with the cheesecake in hand, I rubbed my eyes in confusion.

“Good morning, handsome,” she cooed.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I greeted her, swinging my legs from the bed so I was in the sitting position.

“As delectable as you look laying there in your Versace boxers, I need you to take them off,” she flirted, then dipped her finger into the cake and brought it to her lips, sucking it slow and sensually before emitting a low moan.

“Shit,” I groaned, my dick already fighting its way out of my boxers.

Lifting off the bed, I dropped my boxers, allowing my dick to break free.

Marissa strutted towards me with purpose, her eyes glued to the ten inches of dick pointing directly at her.

Standing in front of me, she gripped my dick and pressed it into the cheesecake with enough pressure to leave a perfect impression, like she was sculpting me.

The caramelized topping and a small amount of the cheesecake clung to my dick, teasing what was to come.

Marissa did a little dance, placing the cake down on the nightstand before turning back to me.

I noticed she pulled one of the chairs from the dining room area into the room and had it seated next to the bed.

She was plotting on a nigga while I was catching z’s.

Plopping down in the seat, she was the perfect height to suck my dick into her mouth.

Too bougie to get on her knees, but coming with her own provisions, I could get with that.

Those thoughts went out the window when she sucked my dick into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it until she removed all of the cake residue.

“Mmmmmmm,” she moaned, taking me all the way down her throat without gagging.

“Fuck, you nasty,” I breathed. She looked up at me, eyes searing into me as she nodded her head, saliva dripping down her chin. “That’s right, the sloppier the better. You gon’ let me have my way with that throat?”

She eagerly nodded yes, a faint tear slipping down her cheek.

I ran my hands through her hair for the first time and noticed this shit was all her.

No wig or tape-ins, straight scalp. I got a good grip on that shit and had my way with her jaws.

Marissa relaxed her throat and let me fuck her face until I was shooting a load of nut off as my toes popped.

I had to figure some shit out because there was no turning back after last night, but definitely after that.

I released the grip I had on Marissa’s hair, and she pulled my dick out of her mouth. My shit was going soft until I noticed she swallowed my nut.

“Somebody woke back up,” she noted, licking her lips.

“Do you know how good you look with that slob coming down your chin while you swallowing my nut? That’s throat goat level shit,” I applauded.

“You eat pussy like a champ too, if I do say so myself,” she bubbled, batting her eyes.

Marissa pushed me down on the bed and straddled me while I sat on the bed. I didn’t waste time pushing my dick inside her. “You enjoyed sucking this dick, huh? That pussy sloppy off pleasing a nigga.”

“It is,” she confirmed, bouncing in my lap. I felt her tongue slide across my scalp, and as a bald nigga I never had a woman do that shit before. “Aye, do that shit again,” I encouraged her.

“Oh, you like that?” She giggled. This time she did small swirls as she licked my scalp. I cupped her breasts and alternated sucking them into my mouth.

“How do you make me feel this good after I haven’t felt anything in forever?” Marissa moaned.

“This that forever shit. You feel that?” I questioned, thrusting upward roughly to make sure she felt every inch inside of her.

“All of it! I love it!”

“I’mma make you feel this shit forever you understand me?”

“I… I… understand,” she panted. “I’m about to cum.”

“Go ‘head. Nut on this dick while you can feel all of it,” I demanded, biting on her shoulder as I drilled in her repeatedly from below her until I felt her walls choking me.

Flipping Marissa over, I pulled my dick out before my nut shot off in her.

Streams of my warm nut spurted on Marissa and the hotel sheets.

“Whewww!” She shuddered. “You trying to climb in my suitcase and come home with me?”

“Ion gotta climb in a suitcase, I’ll gas up my jet and go wherever you need me to be at.”

“Talk yo shit big daddy,” she laughed. “I have to shower so I can make my flight.”

“I’m showering with you. I gotta see you off,” I asserted.

Marissa looked up at me like I was too good to be true. What she didn’t know yet was that this was only the beginning. I hadn’t even started showing her what it meant to be mine.