Boss Me Sweetly

by Cameron Hart

  I moan when I feel his mouth over my breast, his tongue flicking at one pebbled nipple and then the other. My fingers weave in his hair to hold him to my chest while I arch my back, wanting to feel more of him, all of him.

  Cooper slides one hand to the curve of my ass and then squeezes roughly, lifting up my lower half to meet him thrust for thrust. Each time he hits home, my muscles tense and I let out a little whimper. The pleasure feels unreal. It starts deep inside of me, a pinpoint of bright light that trickles throughout my body. My pussy walls flutter, my muscles shake, my eyes burn with the effort of keeping all of these sensations inside of me.

  “That’s it, Sienna, cum on my big fucking cock,” Cooper demands.

  Each ragged breath and rough stroke adds to that bright light until my whole being is engulfed in pure energy. Cooper slams into me, shocking my body into an intense orgasm. It feels like my chest is being ripped open as I scream and convulse in his arms.

  When I come back down, Cooper kisses my forehead so gently, then nuzzles my neck.

  “Can your gorgeous fucking body take any more, kitten?” He asks before pulling my earlobe through his teeth.

  “Fuck…” I exhale. “Fuck yes.”

  Cooper growls and pulls out of me, flipping me on my stomach and pulling my hips back. He squeezes and massages my ass cheeks before pulling them apart and stroking his cock up and down my slit, from my clit all the way to my puckered asshole. I shudder at the thought of him taking me there. I should be scandalized, right? But instead, I’m absolutely dripping at the thought. As if reading my mind, Cooper leans over me, his muscled chest covering my back, and kisses between my shoulder blades.

  “Not today, sweetness. But soon, I’m going to have every inch of you.”

  I whimper and nod my head, suddenly feeling empty without him filling me up in some way. “I need you, Cooper,” I beg, not even caring if that makes me wanton or weak or slutty. I’ll be slutty for him any time.

  “Need you too, kitten,” he grunts, slapping my ass once and then thrusting all the way inside of me.

  “FUCK!” I yell, gasping for air and digging my fingers into the mattress. “Oh fuck, you’re so deep, so deep…”

  I trail off, unable to complete the thought as Cooper pistons in and out of me, hitting that special spot with each powerful stroke of his fat cock. I press my body back into him, increasing the friction and causing us both to moan.

  Cooper slides one arm under my hips to keep me in place while he fucks me savagely. His other hand skims up my back, the soft feeling of his fingertips tickling up my spine intensified by the hard pounding his giving me.

  I feel his fingers twist in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can lean down and kiss me. His abs flex and tense against my lower back as Cooper stuffs me full of his dick and tongue at the same time.

  I bite his lip and he snarls into my mouth, making me even wetter for him.

  “I want to feel you cum like this,” he says in a gravelly whisper before kissing the spot between my neck and shoulder.

  Before I can respond, Cooper pinches my clit and bites my shoulder, making my pussy snap almost painfully tight around him.

  “God fucking damn, I love feeling you climax on my cock. You’re incredible, too fucking incredible.”

  I think he’s going to cum too, but instead, he pulls out and flips me back over, entering me again in one swift motion.

  “Cooper!” I scream, coming again, or maybe still. I claw at his back as my body jerks, every movement sparking a deep, insatiable need.

  “Sienna,” he grunts, holding himself up by one hand beside my head. His other hand grips my hip and steadies my trembling body as he buries his massive dick inside of me again and again, tearing me apart ruthlessly in the best way possible.

  Each stroke winds me up, up, up, my pleasure mounting into an almost unbearable orgasm. Everything goes white as my climax ravishes me from the inside out. My back bows, pressing my tits up against Cooper’s hard muscles, and then I curl up in his arms, burying my head in his chest right as he roars his own release.

  His arms give out and Cooper collapses on top of me, his large, warm body blanketing mine and keeping me sheltered from the storm of emotions and sensations rushing through my body. He tries to roll away, but I cling to him, needing his skin on my skin just a little bit longer.

  “I don’t want to crush you, sweetness,” he chuckles into the side of my neck before kissing me there.

  Cooper rolls to the side, but keeps me in his arms, pressing me close to his body. My eyes are closed and I’m still shaking from my multiple orgasms, but Cooper slowly calms me down with the gentle touch of his fingertips swirling over my skin.

  When I open my eyes, I floored by the look of awe in his deep blue eyes.

  “That was… Jesus, kitten, that was amazing.”

  I nod and grin at him, giggling when he kisses all over my face. He tucks my hair behind my ear and presses his lips to mine, just savoring our closeness.

  We lay like that for a while, on our sides, facing one another. Cooper runs his hand up and down my curves, tracing my outline, drawing me into being, giving me shape and purpose and meaning.

  “How are you feeling?” He finally asks, breaking the silence.

  “Like I couldn’t move even if you paid me a million dollars,” I reply.

  “Then I did my job right,” Cooper grins. “Besides, you don’t have to move. I’ll be right back.”

  Before I can protest, Cooper hops out of bed. A few moments later, he is beside me, turning me on my back. I feel a warm washcloth on my inner thigh, and instinctively I grab for it so he doesn’t have to do anything else.

  “I’m taking care of you, just let me,” he says softly before kissing my thigh and resuming his task.

  I flinch when he wipes down my pussy, still sore and sensitive from everything.

  “Damnit, I’m sorry, sweetness. I was too rough, wasn’t I?”

  “No, no, I wanted it. You were so good to me, just like you promised.” He doesn’t look convinced. I cup his cheek and make him look up at me. “Please don’t regret this. I know I don’t. It was perfect. You were perfect,” I reassure him.

  Cooper tosses the washcloth towards his bathroom and crawls in bed with me, tucking me into his side.

  “I don’t regret being with you, baby,” he says, playing with my hair. “I could never regret that. I’ve wanted you for so long. I would never forgive myself if I pushed you too far though.”

  “Cooper, I don’t think anyone has ever had a better first time in the history of the world,” I sigh dreamily.

  This gets him to smile, finally. We both melt into each other and drift off to sleep.

  Chapter 11

  Cooper

  I slowly wake up, my body tingling with something. A warm, wet sensation on my…

  “Sienna?” My eyes snap open to see my beautiful, sexy woman take my hard cock into her mouth. “Oh, baby, what are you doing?” I groan.

  She pops off my dick and gives me a sexy smirk. “I thought it was only fair. You made me cum so many times last night, so you deserve a few more orgasms. Plus, it’s your day off from the bakery, so I figured we’d make the most of our time.” Without waiting for my response, Sienna licks the tip of my cock, wiggling her tongue into the slit on top and making me buck my hips.

  Sienna swirls her tongue around the head of my cock and then kisses up and down my length, making me twitch with need. Never has anyone gone down on me like this, like she’s worshiping me. As much as I want to slam my dick down her pretty little throat, I can’t deny there’s something so fulfilling, so perfect about her sweet kisses mixed in with lustful licks.

  Finally, she takes me fully into her mouth once again, testing how much of me she can fit. When she gags around my girth, I have to hold myself back from thrusting farther down her throat. She’s not ready for that, and this is a precious gift she’s giving me right now.

  I weave my fingers in her s
ilky black hair and pull her back slightly, helping her find a good rhythm. One of her hands slides up my thigh where she was digging her nails into my flesh in the most delicious way, and cups my balls.

  I can’t help it, my hips snap and let out a primal grunt. Sienna moans around me and speeds up, taking me a little deeper each time. It’s too fucking good and I know I’m going to lose it any second.

  “Fuck, baby, so damn good,” I manage to grit out. I squeeze my eyes shut and grind my teeth together hoping to hold my orgasm off as long as possible. This feels incredible and I don’t want it to end.

  When I open my eyes again, I see Sienna fingering herself, trembling, with her mouth full of my cock. Jesus fucking Christ it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

  “I’m gonna cum, sweetness,” I growl in warning as I tug on her hair to lift her off of me.

  To my absolute shock, she shoves her face down even farther, the head of my cock bumping up against the back of her throat. She moans and swallows me down, making me cum instantly.

  “FUCK! Oh fuck, baby, yes,” I yell, still coming down her throat.

  Sienna sucks down everything I give her and then comes to a shuddering climax herself. She pops off my softening dick and cries out again and again, shaking and still pumping her fingers in and out of her tight little cunt.

  Goddamn, my baby is dirty as fuck, and I will never get enough of her.

  When she collapses into my lap, I reach down and pull her up my body, slamming my mouth down on hers. She tastes like me, and fuck if that doesn’t have my dick roaring to life. We break apart, panting, and Sienna curls up into my side, a satisfied grin on her lips.

  “Shit, what a way to wake up,” I say. Sienna giggles and kisses my chest.

  “So it was ok?”

  “Ok? Kitten, that was the best goddamn blow job ever. Jesus, when you came right after me… fuck, you’re so amazing,” I tell her honestly.

  She smiles and buries her head in the side of my neck. “I’ve never done that before, but I saw you there all naked and just had to taste you.”

  I cup the back of her neck and lift her head up to rest my forehead on hers. “I love that I get to be all of your firsts, Sienna. And you can taste me any time you want,” I grin.

  “Any time?” She quirks her eye brow up in challenge.

  “Is my sweetness into voyeurism?”

  “I don’t know. We should probably try it out some time and see.”

  “Fuuuuck,” I groan, my dick twitching at the thought. I just came not that long ago, but I’m learning that this woman in my arms can have me ready to go in a moment’s notice.

  I try to think of something else, something less likely to cause me to become fully hard again. I don’t know if Sienna is still sore from last night, and I would never hurt her by moving too fast. God, I fucked her so hard and she took every goddamn thrust like the sex queen she is. Shit, this isn’t helping.

  “Tell me about your tattoos,” I say after clearing my throat. I trace the colorful designs with my fingertips, focusing on the beautiful body art instead of… well, her beautiful body.

  “The wildflowers are in memory of my Grams,” Sienna says softly. It takes me by surprise, considering how her grandma abandoned her, even if the woman eventually left everything to her. “When I was called in for the reading of the will, the first thing her attorney handed me was a handwritten letter from Grams. There was a little bouquet of pressed and dried wildflowers.”

  “What did the letter say?”

  “It was an apology. She said she was sorry for not being more active in my life, that it hurt too much to see her daughter spiral downward. She admitted that wasn’t much of an excuse, but she hoped she could provide for me now. There was a quote at the end, something I’ll never forget. Like wildflowers, you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people never thought you would.”

  She has a soft, wistful smile on her face. I bend down and kiss the top of her head, letting her have this quiet moment to remember her grandma.

  “My first tattoo was this one,” she turns her arm to show me the inside of her forearm, right below the crook of her elbow. I lift her arm and kiss the words. Be you, bravely. “As for the rest, I guess they are just little moments I wanted to collect along the way. The skyline of New York the first time I sat on the Brooklyn bridge, the crazy cartoon mad hatter hat for the bakery, stuff like that. Plus some shit I thought looked cool and tied everything together.”

  I grin at her attempt to cover up the obvious emotion each tattoo brings up. “They’re beautiful, baby,” I whisper before kissing her sweetly.

  “What about you? You’ve got more ink than me. Any good stories?”

  “Not really. Mostly shit I thought looked cool,” I grin down at her, giving her words right back. “My first tattoo, however, was a contest I lost to my brother.”

  “Oh?”

  I shake my head and roll my eyes at the memory. “Declan and Asher and I had a drinking contest. I was convinced I was the young, cool brother and that I could drink the two of them under the table. Asher thought he had it in the bag since he was the oldest. But Declan surprised the hell out of both of us by playing the slow and steady game. I went hard and fast in the beginning and threw up after an hour. Asher actually passed out not long after. Declan kept drinking and drinking, didn’t even get a hangover the next day. Bastard. The deal was the winner got to pick tattoos for the losers.”

  “And? What did you have to get?”

  I lift up my left arm so she can see the inside of my upper arm.

  “Tigger?!” She laughs and then covers her mouth with her hand to stifle the sound.

  I nod solemnly but can’t keep a straight face for long. “Declan said it was the cartoon character that best represented me. Asher’s is way worse.”

  “Ah, so it was not only embarrassing, but personal, too. I like Declan’s style.”

  “Hey, you’re supposed to be on my side!” I feign outrage.

  She smirks and shrugs, biting her lip. “How old were you?”

  “Seventeen.”

  “You had a drinking contest when you were seventeen? And how were you able to get a tattoo?”

  “Asher got me in, had a fake ID made and everything. He wasn’t always the cold, calculating ass he is today.”

  “I actually don’t know much about him. You don’t talk about your family much, other than Declan and Luna. What was your childhood like?”

  I nod, but don’t offer much else. Well, I wanted a distraction from my lust, and bringing up the fam sure did the job.

  “You don’t have to tell me,” Sienna is quick to backtrack.

  “No, I want to. I just don’t talk about it, like you said. It’s nothing all that bad. Poor rich kid and all that.”

  Sienna props herself up on my chest, locking her eyes on me and holding me captive. It never ceases to amaze me just how fucking beautiful she is. It’s unreal.

  “I want to know everything about you,” she says, her eyes full of compassion that I don’t deserve. She’s been through so much, and yet she wants to take on my baggage too. Could she be more perfect?

  “Dad started White Knight Advertising when he was fresh out of college with some other trust fund babies. The business took off thanks to the right connections and some big-name clients. It was always the understanding that the business was dad’s first love, his first baby. At first, the lifestyle of extravagance distracted Declan, Asher, and I from the fact that we would always be second-place. Or maybe third-place, after mom. She didn’t stick around for long, though.”

  “What do you mean?” Sienna whispers, resting her head on my chest while I rub circles on her back.

  “I guess she got tired of being put on the back-burner and basically being a single parent. After having a string of affairs that my dad didn’t seem to care about, she left with an eighteen-year-old kid who was set to inherit a fortune. Last I heard they set up shop in the Cayman Islands.”

 
“That’s awful,” Sienna says, placing a sweet kiss over my heart and then resting her palm there as if to seal it in. “Who raised you after that if your dad was so busy?”

  “A mix of nannies and other staff. I think dad did what he could to rally after mom left. Unfortunately, he never really spent time with us before, so he didn’t know how to relate to his three kids. He bonded with us the best way he could – grooming us to take over the business. Only, it kind of turned into him pitting us against one another. He could be manipulative and cruel, especially after we all became adults and started working for him.”

  “Did you ever consider doing something else?”

  “Sure, briefly while I was in college. Turns out I really like marketing, specifically researching different strategies and getting on top of trends. I figured I’d spend a few years at White Knight and then maybe branch out and do my own thing. But you know how it goes. I got comfortable, and I think a part of me always felt like Declan and Asher needed someone else to balance out all of their seriousness and tendency to brood. And then dad died almost two years ago now, and he left us all equal shares in the company. I liked the idea of building something bigger than what dad imagined, a legacy we could be proud of, you know? I hoped without dad around, the three of us would be close again, like we were when we were kids.”

  “Are you? Closer?”

  “Declan and I have come a long way. I was always closer to him anyway, but he became a bit of a hothead when put under dad’s pressure, especially after dad died. But then Luna came along and changed everything. She’s really good for him, and I have her to thank for giving me my brother back.” I smile at the last few months of getting to know Declan again.

  “I’m glad you have that,” she says. “What about Asher?”

  “Ah, good ol’ Ash,” I sigh. “I don’t know what it’s going to take to thaw out his cold, dead heart. I know he took the brunt of dad’s twisted games, and yet for how cruel dad was to him, Ash tried harder than any of us to please him. Plus, he’s even more messed up about women and relationships than Declan was, so there’s that.”