Page 75 of Boss of Me

I bob up and down his veiny length, my hand curled around the three or four inches I couldn’t fit in my mouth. He groans my name again, his abs contracting as I hollow my cheeks to suck him harder. He swells even more, leaking salty precum onto my tongue. His pleasure, so raw and elemental, ramps up my need to an almost obscene level. Never have I enjoyed giving a blowjob so much.

“So good,” I moan, licking and circling his swollen head. “You’re so damn big. I’m going to suck every last drop of cum out of you.”

“Goddamn, baby.” Fisting both hands in my hair, Gunner takes control and starts thrusting between my lips.

I moan my approval as he stares down at me, his eyes wild with savage lust. I know what an erotic vision I make on myknees before him, my lips wrapped around his cock as he fucks my wet mouth. I know he’s fantasized about this exact scenario, because I’ve done the same thing.

“Fuck, Marlowe, the way you look right now,” he rasps darkly, confirming my thoughts. “Don’t wake me if I’m dreaming.”

I smile and then moan as he slams his cock deeper, hitting the back of my throat. The look on his face is fierce and primal, heightening my arousal as my pussy throbs, my nails digging into his ass cheek.

“Yes,” I whimper breathlessly. “I want you, baby. Come for me.”

Clenching his jaw, he holds my head between his hands and gives one last deep thrust. His hips lock against my mouth before he jerks and groans helplessly, coming so hard I feel it down to the marrow of my bones.

Thick hot semen spills over my tongue, flooding my throat. I swallow greedily, loving the musky taste and texture of him as he shudders against me, eyes closed, chest heaving with ragged breaths. The pure ecstasy on his face thrills me to the core.

When I’ve sucked him dry as promised, he releases my hair and drags his cock out of my mouth. I lick my lips, gazing up at him until he pulls me to my feet and kisses me, his mouth a searing brand in the cascading water.

My pulse pounds as he slowly backs me up against the marble wall and hooks one of my legs over his elbow. Watching my face through the hot mist, he thumbs my aching clit and curls two fingers inside, fucking me with them before finding my G-spot.

That’s all it takes for me to break apart, sobbing his name.

He thrusts his fingers in and out of my slickness until the orgasmic spasms ebb away, leaving me limp and flushed. Thenhe drops his forehead to mine, our breaths mingling as steam swirls around us.

“You have an incredible, amazing mouth,” he rumbles, staring at my parted lips. “I could fuck it all night and still not get enough.”

“Oh my,” I breathe, my pussy rippling at his carnal words.

Drawing my leg around his hip, he grinds slowly against me, sliding his cock back and forth along my slit. He’s already getting hard again, and the thought excites me like nothing else.

“Gunner,” I whisper. “I need you to fuck me.Please.”

Lifting his head, he pushes a button on the touchscreen interface on the wall. Across the room, the gargantuan soaking tub starts filling with water.

I grin up at him. “The marvels of modern technology.”

“Mmm.” He bends to nuzzle my neck, his hands hot and slick on my skin as he caresses my hips and thighs. I arch back with a moan when he cups my breasts, teasing my nipples with his teeth and tongue as tingles explode through my body.

When the tub is full, he turns off the water and takes my hand, tugging me out of the shower. As he steers me behind him—away from the tub—our dripping bodies track water across the marble floor that I mopped two days ago.

“Gunner—” I start, but he cuts me off with a look.

“You’re going to learn what happens when you make me jealous, Marlowe.” His voice is low and dangerous, sending a thrill of both anticipation and fear through me.

He leads me out of the bathroom and into the sprawling bedroom. Before I can draw my next breath, he tosses me down on the bed. I land with a bounce, my wet hair slapping my face.

Heart beating rabbit-fast, I watch as he crosses to the walk-in closet and disappears inside. Seconds later, he reemerges with a long blue vibrator and a leather paddle.

My eyes widen, a mix of excitement and nerves pulsing through my veins as he prowls toward me, his cock bobbing with every step.

I lick my suddenly dry lips. “W-What’re you?—”

“You don’t get to torture me all day and then waltz back in here like nothing happened.” He climbs onto the bed like a stalking panther, his eyes dark with intent. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

My breath catches as a heady rush of excitement sweeps through me. “What, um, what kind of lesson?”

“The kind you won’t ever forget.” He crawls over my body and holds himself there with the hard imprint of his cock on my belly. I can’t resist reaching down to grasp it, giving him several long strokes as he watches me under his black lashes.