Tempt The Boss

by Madison, Natasha

  She curls her tongue around the head again and then takes in more of my length into her mouth. Her hot, slick tongue slides along my shaft, while her mouth covers me as she takes me deeper into her mouth.

  The need to grab her head and fuck her face is strong. I grab her hair with both my hands and thrust my hips forward. When she groans, I pull her hair a little harder, and she sucks me harder in response. It seems that my girl likes to have her hair pulled. No problem there. I make a mental note to grab her by the hair when I take her from behind.

  That mental image has me thrusting into her more forcefully. I take stock of her face, scared I’m going too deep, but she’s lost in what she’s doing and uses her hands to pull my hips into her.

  “Can you take me in all the way to my balls?” I ask her, watching as she starts to do just that. Taking her time as she takes me in deeper each time. She moves one of her hands and wraps it around my shaft, taking her mouth off me to run it over my balls. Her tongue moves from one ball to the other, while her hand continues to work my dick.

  She lifts her eyes to mine and warns, “Get ready, Austin. I’m going to take in your whole cock, right down to your balls. It’s big, bigger than I’ve ever had”—she gives me a sexy little smirk—“but I like a challenge.” She runs her flattened tongue up my shaft from root to tip right before she slips her mouth over the crown and takes me all the way to the back of her throat.

  Swear to god, my knees go weak and my head falls back in ecstasy. “Fuck,” I hiss out. I pull one hand from her hair to brace myself against the door as I tip my head down to watch her.

  I hear—and feel—her humming while she moves up and down my cock with her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks as she goes. I see her hand on my shaft, while the other is buried in between her legs. “Where is your other hand?” I pull her hair, so she takes her mouth off my cock. My cock cries in protest.

  “Buried in my pussy,” she says with a smile as she closes her eyes to enjoy the pleasure she’s giving herself. I stand here watching, still gripping her hair in one fist, as she continues to stroke my cock with her other hand.

  “Okay. Play time is over, Lauren. Open the door.” I pull up my pants before I bend down to lift her to her feet. She looks a little stunned at the sudden change in plans and surprised when I pull the hand that was playing with her pussy to my mouth, sucking her fingers clean. I groan as her taste explodes on my tongue. Sweet and tangy, like a ripe peach on a hot summer fucking day.

  One taste isn’t even close to being enough. I let her open the door, but once we’re through it, I slam it behind me and yank her back into my front. Her ass is still bared, and my cock is still wet from her mouth. I know if lift her up right now, I’ll slide right into her to the hilt in one smooth stroke.

  She must be thinking the same thing, because she pushes back, grinding her ass against my crotch. My hand wraps around her front, going straight to her pussy, her panties still moved aside, as my fingers move on her clit.

  “Wet,” I tell her as I apply a bit of pressure and make tight circles. “Fucking wet, and hot,” I groan, easing up to a gentle tease as I switch to bigger circles. “Know what’s going to make this pussy wetter?” I whisper into her ear while I remove my hand from her pussy with one last flick to her clit.

  I turn her around, almost roughly, pushing her back against the door. No lights are on in the house, but the lights from the street glow outside, streaming through the windows and softly illuminating the foyer.

  She is panting, her eyes are hooded, and she looks at me in question. I smirk at her as I move to my knees in front of her. It’s my turn to devour her now. I press my face against her pussy, inhaling deeply. She smells as good as she tastes, and I can’t help the groan that escapes as my tongue darts out to lick her wet, slick slit from bottom to top. I use my hand to part her lips, revealing her swollen clit just waiting to be sucked.

  Her pussy isn’t bald; it’s got a neatly trimmed landing strip that runs all the way down. My tongue flutters against her clit, teasing her. Her back arches, causing her hips to jerk forward. “Now, now. Patience,” I admonish her while I lick her again, slower this time, my tongue buried between her parted lips as it travels up and back down the length of her, purposely avoiding her clit.

  She whimpers and squirms as her pants become almost jagged. My tongue dips into her opening, in and out, mimicking what my cock will be doing shortly. I’m the one looking up now, watching her. Her head rolls against the door. One hand is at her side, resting flush against the door, while the other has found its way into my hair.

  “Do you want to come on my tongue or my fingers?” I watch her go crazy with need.

  “Cock,” she breathes, pushing my face into her pussy. I close my mouth over her clit, sucking it into my mouth while tormenting it with my tongue at the same time. Her head thrashes, the hand not in my hair is now fisted at her side, and her moans are interrupted by words as she says, “Fuck, I’m going to come.” She never once lets go of my head as she works her hips against my face. “So good.” I continue to focus on her clit as I use my finger to fuck her, moving it in and out as I nibble and suck her clit until she begs me to make her come. “Make me come, Austin, please. I need to come.”

  I suck harder and then bite down on her clit once before I start sucking again. My finger is moving inside her, and I hook it to find her G-spot. When I do, I make sure to pass over it with a little tap each time my finger enters her. I feel her walls tightening around my fingers and then fluttering. I let go of her clit while still massaging her G-spot, and tell her roughly, “Come, Lauren. Come all over my finger. Come for me now, baby.” I go back to sucking her clit, and I feel her legs start to shake as her orgasm starts to rush through her. She comes on my hand with a scream, and I continue to lick her slowly as I bring her down. My hand is now planted against her belly, holding her up as I feel her start to slump.

  I stand and pick her up, her body pliant, loose, and sated. Her limbs wrap around my neck and my hips. She starts kissing up my neck to my ear, where she whispers, “Please tell me we aren’t finished.”

  “Not even fucking close,” I promise as I head up the stairs to her room. Tossing her on the bed, I palm my aching cock and tell her, “We’re just getting started.”

  I look down at her, legs spread, arms raised over her head. She looks at me looking at her and then lets her eyes drift closed for a brief second as she gives her body a little stretch before she gets up on her elbows.

  “What are you waiting for?” she asks me. “You said we were just getting started.” Sitting up now, she reaches behind her to take off her chunky necklace and throws it on her nightstand, where it lands with a clump. “Do you want me to undress myself or would you like the honors?” She tilts her head to the side, her hair rumpled. She looks fucking perfect.

  Her bedroom has a huge picture window, and the light from the street lamps flows into the space, illuminating her with a backlit glow. “You’re taking too long.” She rises up onto her knees. Her skirt is still shoved up around her waist, and she reaches to her side to lower the zipper of her top. A quick shuffle of the garment, and it falls to the bed silently. The only sounds in the room are my breathing and my gasp when I finally see her tits in all their glory. Perfect round globes that are plump and topped with tight pink nipples that call out to be sucked, to be played with, to be teased.

  “Jesus.” She pulls the skirt from around her waist and brings it up and over her head, her tits bouncing with her movements. I’m staring to the point of gawking when I notice that she is about to take her panties off. “No, not yet. That’s for me to do.”

  She nods her head, watching me from her bed, on her knees, wearing her fuck-me shoes and a black lace thong.

  I kick off my shoes, pull off my socks, and unbutton my shirt all the way down, shrugging it off my shoulders. Now, it’s her turn to gasp and gawk. My body is lean, with no fat. The time at the gym and running keeps everything off. My six-pack abs
are key to everything. “Jesus right back at you,” she whispers, moving forward on her knees, getting closer to me at the end of the bed.

  Her hand fists me, slowly working my cock up and down, as she asks, “Condom?” I reach into my back pocket for my wallet and pull out three. “Only three? We’ll have to make them count, then.” She leans down and bites my nipple then sucks the sting away.

  I move my hands to her tits, cupping them in both hands as I squeeze both nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, lightly at first to gauge her reaction. When she moans, I roll them between my fingers more firmly, and she moans louder. When I pinch them hard, she throws her head back and moans out a curse. I let one nipple go as I lean down, taking the peak into my mouth as I continue pinching the other. Her hands work almost frantically on my cock at this point, and if she continues at that pace, I’m going to come like some teenage boy in her hand.

  I move her hand off me and continue palming both breasts with my hands, squeezing, kneading, massaging. “Cover me,” I demand of her, motioning to the condoms lying next to her on the bed. “Cover me now.”

  She puts the corner of the wrapper in her mouth, tearing the top off and pulling the condom out of the package. “I haven’t done this in a really, really long time,” she confesses as she rolls it all the way down my cock, squeezing the tip to get the air out. “Just like riding a bike,” She chuckles while she starts to stroke me again.

  “How much do you love your panties?” I ask her, fully prepared to replace them, several times over if she wants me to.

  “Not as much as I love the thought that you’re going to rip them off me,” she groans, nipping at my jaw as my hand grips one side of her panties, ripping them clean off her.

  “On your back, middle of the bed, legs spread wide for me.” I don’t have to ask her twice, because she turns right around and crawls to the middle of the bed, showing me her perfect, heart-shaped ass as she goes. She looks over her shoulder at me as she eggs me on. “This is a position I look forward to—later .” Then she moves to her back and lies down with her head on a pillow.

  She cocks her knees, placing her shoes flat on the bed as she slowly spreads her legs, wide enough that they fall to the side. She’s quite the sight, there in the middle of the bed, open and ready and wet for me, just for me.

  I put my knee on the bed and move to her, my cock harder than it’s ever been, knowing without a doubt that it’s about to sink into pure heaven.

  I pull her knees up, pushing them back and causing her pussy to tilt. Holding her legs in place, I tell her, “Guide me in, Lauren.” She takes my condom-covered cock in her hand and rubs me through her slick slit to the opening of her pussy. Slowly, she pushes the head in and removes her hand for me to take over. I watch as I sink all the way into her.

  Her pussy grips my cock so tight, it’s being strangled in the best possible way. I hiss out a breath at the pleasure at the same time she moans, “So good.” Tightening my hold on her knees, I pull out and then slam back in with a little snap of my hips. Her pussy is getting impossibly tighter with each stroke. “Oh, god,” she moans as one of her hands land on her nipple, while the other slowly trails down her body to her clit. She runs her fingers through her slit and around me as I tunnel in and out of her, getting them wet then bringing them back to her clit to circle. I plant myself all the way in her, balls deep, afraid to move for fear that I’m going to come before her. I just need a second to gain some control, but she’s got other ideas. “Move, Austin, please!” she begs as she squirms beneath me, tilting her hips and taking my cock deeper into her heat.

  I start to move in earnest, pulling out and then slamming back into her so hard the headboard bounces off the wall a few times. “Yes, yes, yes!” she chants, the finger on her clit rubbing faster and faster as her pussy pulses and tightens around me.

  I don’t stop. I just keep pounding into her, the sounds of our heavy breathing and skin slapping together filling the air.

  The harder I pound, the tighter she becomes. “I’m going to come,” she breathes. Her hand is now rubbing back and forth, almost violently, over her engorged clit. “Harder,” she begs, pulling her legs back further as she tilts her hips up to meet my thrusts as she moans out her orgasm. Her pussy clamps down on my cock, pulsing and rippling around it as I move. The hand between her legs never stops, and the sensation of her climax coupled with watching her let go is the last straw for me. I continue to pound into her, bottoming out with each stroke, as lightning shoots down my spine into my balls, and I follow her over the edge. I come harder than I ever have in my life, so hard that I vaguely wonder if it might break the condom. Her orgasm hasn’t stopped yet, either, and her pussy is milking me, squeezing every single drop out of me.

  With my cock still buried inside her to the root, I let go of her legs, wrapping them around my waist as I fall onto my elbows by her head. “That was…” I pant out, trying to catch my breath and gather my scattered wits about me, while she wraps her arms around my neck, bringing my weight down on top of her.

  “It was,” she agrees, kissing my chin and then my lips between her own heavy breaths. “Definitely something we need to do again.” I don’t get a chance to agree with her, because her mouth has covered mine and all thoughts are gone as I lose myself in Lauren.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  LAUREN

  The light streams into my room, landing right on my face like the beam of a flashlight. I groan, trying to grab something to block it out. I reach for the covers, trying to bring them up to shield my face, but they won’t budge.

  Soft butterfly kisses landing on my shoulder make me smile. Austin . Best. Fucking. Night. Of. My. Life. Well, besides having my children. Okay, best fucking sex of my life.

  I don’t respond to the kisses. His finger plucks at my nipple, rolling it between them, waking my body up and making it ache for him. “I know you’re awake,” he says between kisses.

  “I need food,” I reply. “No sex until we have food.” I move deeper into his embrace. His hard cock pushes against my ass.

  After the first time, we took a nap, and he woke me for round two with his mouth between my legs before I wound up riding him like a rodeo queen. I think I shocked his ass when I suddenly swung off him, mid-ride, and remounted him, reverse-cowgirl style. I wasn’t surprised that when presented with my ass, Austin spanked it. No, what surprised me was how much I liked it. With his back to the headboard, me facing forward and looking at us in the mirror over my dresser was like watching my own personal porn. It was one of the hottest moments of my life.

  Jake and I had what I always thought was an exciting and active sex life, but one night with Austin had me thinking that maybe it wasn’t quite adventurous as I’d thought. Despite the years we’d had together and the level of comfort I’d felt with him, I’ve never let go like that during sex before. But after my divorce, I knew the next time I brought a man into my bed, I would be asking for and taking what I wanted. That wasn’t something I did with Jake; with him, I followed his lead and took what he gave. It wasn’t bad per se, but I think I knew deep down that something had been missing in it for me.

  “Food,” I repeat when his hand moves down my stomach to cup me. I ignore his hand and stretch my body. Muscles hurt in places that I didn’t know could hurt from having sex.

  “Okay, I’ll go start the coffee.” He’s still trying to play with me. I slide out of bed and head into the en-suite bathroom in my bedroom. “I’m going to have fun playing with that ass later,” I hear him say right before I close the door.

  After using the bathroom, I look in the mirror. My makeup is still half on; the mascara isn’t that bad, though a bit smeared. I take the time to remove it and wash my face. Tying my hair high up on my head in a messy bun, I brush my teeth. Once I make my way out, I immediately smell coffee.

  Grabbing the shirt he wore last night, I put it on. It’s huge on me, but I leave the top three buttons undone and button the rest, leaving him plenty of
room to reach in if he wants to. I head downstairs and into the kitchen.

  He’s there, jeans on and buttoned, leaning against my counter, his feet crossed in front of him, drinking a cup of coffee.

  His hair is tousled from sex and sleep, and a five-o’clock shadow has crept over his handsome face. I go straight to the coffee machine and reach up to grab a cup but see that he has made me a cup already. “I didn’t poison it,” he says, the mug shielding his smirk but not the smile in his eyes.

  Before I can reply, I hear the front door open. He looks at me with a surprised look. “It’s probably Kaleigh.” I shrug and see his face start to relax. “Or my parents,” I add, giggling into my coffee mug when he looks close to panicking.

  Kaleigh comes into the kitchen dressed in a man’s dress shirt and boxers, her purse hanging off her arm while her other hand holds her shoes.

  “Look what the slut dragged in,” I say, leaning against the counter next to Austin.

  “Funny, funny, ha ha. I take it the cobwebs have been cleared out?” she fires back.

  “Oh, there are definitely no cobwebs in there,” Austin murmurs with a little smirk as he throws one arm over my shoulder. “Isn’t that Noah’s shirt?” he asks.

  “I hope you told him you were leaving, Kaleigh.” I look at Austin. “She isn’t exactly known for sticking around the morning after. She, um, likes to leave before it can get awkward,” I explain as I take a sip of my coffee.

  “He’s going to lose his shit,” Austin states.

  “Did you use my almond milk?” Kaleigh asks while he continues to drink his coffee and shakes his head no. “Oh. So, you used the breast milk, then?” Austin spits his coffee out of his mouth all over the counter.

  “What?” he questions, looking into his cup and then looking at me.