23

Dolly

I am aware that I am playing with fire.

Like, I totally get it.

I’m playing a very violent, very dangerous game that could end in me getting spanked or killed or locked away forever, but I’m not actually scared of Oscar even though I should be. What I want from him is time and attention and his body. He makes me feel so fucking good that I can’t stand it.

And when I mouth off to him yet again, and he tosses the lotion to the floor, I know that it’s time to pay the dick piper.

It’s time for us to take this to the next level.

He kisses me hard and fast and deep.

“Oscar.”

“Shut the fuck up, Dolly.”

He kisses me again, and this time, I wrap my legs around him. I pull him closer to myself, and I lose everything I’ve been holding onto. I let it all go. I just focus on him.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” he says.

“Please.”

“What are you asking for, Dolly?”

“Everything,” I say.

Him.

Us.

All of it.

He seems to know what I want without me really making it clear. Oscar slides down between my legs, pushes my knees apart, and starts eating my pussy like he’s been starving for it.

Holy.

Shit.

My boss is eating me out. I cover my mouth with my hands because if I don’t, the entire apartment building is going to know I’m getting devoured by the hot billionaire upstairs.

“Don’t do that.” Oscar pulls back and looks up at me.

“Don’t do what?” I ask, panting.

“Don’t cover your mouth, baby. I want them to hear your screams.”

“Oh my god.”

“I want them to hear you getting eaten out.”

“Fuck.”

“And then the whole damn building is going to hear you getting fucked.”

“Oscar.”

“Close your eyes, baby, and let me hear you.”

He dives back into me, sliding his tongue up my slit and settling on my clit. He massages my thighs as he licks my pussy. The sensations are too much. Everything is too wonderful. It’s too much for a girl like me to handle.

I don’t know if it takes a minute or an hour. I lose all semblance of time.

Then I come.

Fireworks erupt, and my entire body is doused in pleasure. Oscar keeps licking me until he’s sucked out every ounce of pleasure I could possibly have to offer.

Then he pulls back, and he looks up at me.

“You’re so fucking perfect, Dolly.”

“Come here,” I whisper. “I need you to fuck me now.”