Page 77 of Boss of Me

By the time he stops, my ass is bright red and throbbing. But I’m way past the point of caring. I need release like never before, need him to send me crashing over the edge into pure sexual oblivion.

He flips me over again, his eyes glittering with feral triumph as he takes in my desperate, half-crazed state.

“See what happens when you play games with me?” he growls low.

“Yes,” I whimper, hips writhing as I ogle his cock. It stands out from his body, straight as a spear and granite hard. I want him inside me with an intensity that’s almost obscene. The man’s got me feeling and acting like a dick-crazed little whore.

“Please, Gunner, I just need to?—”

“Not yet,” he repeats, bringing the vibrator back to my clit.

He teases me relentlessly, luring me to the brink again and again, only to pull away at the last second. My hungry moans turn into mewling cries as the toy’s pulsating vibrations drive me closer and closer to that wondrous, dazzling edge. I’m a writhing hot mess, every cell in my body begging for sweet relief. But he keeps me there, teetering on the precipice of orgasm until I’m nearly delirious with need.

“Did he touch you?” he whispers against my panting mouth.

I stare up at him in dazed confusion. “Who?”

“Your fucking date. Did he touch you?” Gunner presses the vibrator harder against my clit, making me groan. “Did you let him kiss you?”

I shake my head quickly. “No?—”

He turns the dial up a notch. “Don’t lie to me.”

“He didn’t kiss me, I swear!”

“Hmm.” Gunner eases just the tip of the vibrator inside me, watching my pussy suck at it, demanding the whole length. “Did you want him to kiss you?”

“No,” I gasp. “I don’t kiss on the first date.”

“You kissed me.”

My body flushes. “Only you, Gunner. Only you.”

His eyes darken, something like pleasure flickering through the molten blue depths before he murmurs, “Good girl.”

I half expect to be rewarded with a reprieve. But he continues torturing me, alternating between the vibrator and his skilled hands and mouth. He pinches my sore nipples, eliciting a wild cry before he soothes the sting with soft kisses. My skin burns from his fingers trailing a path down my stomach, leaving my muscles quivering.

When he finally slides a finger inside me, I scream with pleasure, my hips bucking against his hand. He rumbles his approval and adds a second finger, twisting and plunging until my walls clench in agony.

“Please, Gunner,” I cry, my voice breaking. “I can’t . . . I can’t take it anymore!”

“You can and you will.” He pulls his soaked fingers out of me, ignoring my whimper of protest as he moves down, spreading my legs wider before he kisses my inner thighs. His breath is hot against my hypersensitive skin, the soft rasp of his beard stubble almost too much to bear.

I squirm beneath him as he licks and nibbles his way closer to my core, never quite touching me where I need it the most. My entire body is a live wire, every nerve ending screaming for release, my blood burning hotter with every agonizing second he denies me an orgasm.

Finally he presses his mouth to my needy pussy, running his tongue along my slit. My moan is loud and uninhibited, my fingers clawing through his wet hair to pull him even closer.

He sucks on my clit, his tongue swirling in torturous circles. The sensation is otherworldly, every curl and stroke sending jolts of ecstasy through my body.

My orgasm builds quickly, the pressure within me reaching fever pitch. Just as I’m about to tumble right over the edge, Gunner pulls away once again.

I let out a little scream of frustration, tears leaking down my temples. “No more . . . please, Gunner, I need to come!”

His eyes gleam with wicked satisfaction. Slowly he moves back up my body, his hand trailing between my legs, broad fingers dipping inside me again. He pumps them slowly while his thumb brushes my overstimulated clit, keeping me painfully balanced on a knife’s edge.

“You will come when I say so,” he reminds me. “Andonlywhen I say so.”

I whimper as he leans down and kisses me, his tongue claiming my mouth with the same dominance he’s exerting with his touch. I kiss him back desperately as my body arches into his, craving his heat, his control. His complete possession.