Filthy Boss by Penny Wylder Read Free Book Online Page A

edge, but he's holding me there, not letting me go over.
    Finally, a strong stroke of the tongue from bottom to top, swirling my clit and every touch is a starburst of pleasure. His mouth seals over my clit, and he sucks deeply. I go over the edge, and I see my own constellation of stars. My hands are in his hair, and he doesn't stop. His tongue is everywhere, licking and curling, and plunging deep into my pussy over and over again.
    Both his hands lock around my hips and he lifts them off the desk, pulling me deeper against his mouth while he fucks me with his tongue. He moves from inside me to the outside and back, sucking and pulling and plunging. The second orgasm is slower, pulled from deep inside me like a wave. I rise slowly, and he knows. He has to know. He's slowing down, inching from one place to the next. "Please." I say, and that's all it takes. He licks into me again, deeper than I knew he could and the wave crests. My whole body feels bathed in this pleasure. I want it to last forever just like this.
    He lowers my hips back onto the desk. His mouth is still on me, bringing me down from pleasure with gentle breaths and kisses. Then his mouth is gone, and it seems strange that it's not there. His hands find mine and he pulls me upright. His hands wind their way up my body, across my breasts and to my shoulders. He curves his fingers around the back of my neck and then I feel his lips on mine.
    His tongue asks a question and I answer. I can taste myself on his lips and the deviant nature of that hits me in the gut and I'm suddenly wet again.
    The blindfold if pulled off and the light streams into my eyes, blinding. The sun is setting over the city and the office is fiery. Charles is standing in front of me, and I take the moment to look at him. I trace the lines from his collarbones down across his chest through the valley of his abs and arrive at his very erect cock. He's holding the scarf that was the blindfold, and he's looking at me oddly. Almost expectantly. "Give me your hands please, Alyssa."
    My stomach drops. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that, Sir."
    "I know it's a step. Your hands will be in front of you, and I'm not going to make it so you can't escape if you need to," he flashes me that wicked grin, "This time. Do you trust me enough to try it?"
    I take a breath easier. Yes, I can try it. I can get free. "Yes."
    I hold out my hands, and he takes a step closer while winding the blue fabric around my wrists. "If this is too much for you, there is rule three."
    I look up at him, and I can tell he's telling the truth: he will stop if I ask him too. The feeling settles in my gut. I don't want him to stop. "No." I say. The scarf is knotted so loosely around my hands, it's practically a joke. "And this I can handle."
    He grins as he sheathes himself in a condom, then he takes my hands and places them around his neck. The scarf tightens, and now my hands are locked to his shoulders. "How about now?" He asks. He doesn't give me a chance to respond, pushing my legs opening and slipping inside me.
    I'm so sensitive, I can't help the moan that comes out. He lifts my legs up and I wrap them around his waist so I'm completely tangled in him. The edge of the desk is digging into my ass and I don't care. "This time I don't want you to close your eyes."
    "Can I blink?" The words are out before I can stop them, and he laughs. The vibrations moving through me everywhere we're touching. Everywhere . "Yes, you can blink."
    "Good."
    He kisses me and I keep them open, locking eyes with him and daring him to be the one to blink first. He starts to move inside me, rocking me back into the desk. Each movements sets sparks off across my already sensitized body. He groans into my mouth, and his pace quickens. It isn't gentle, it's fierce. He stops kissing my mouth and moves to my neck, sucking on my skin as he plunges into me.
    I didn't think that I could reach a third orgasm, but I feel it on the horizon. Charles puts his hands