Free Fighting for My Billionaire Boss by Cynthia Sax Page B

over him, spreading his essence, making his skin glisten, and he trembles. “God, your hands feel good.”
    “Your cock feels even better,” I counter, damn pleased with myself for pleasing him. He might have had softer hands on him in the past, but none were as capable, as strong, as able as mine.
    I pump him slowly, from base to cock head, my grip on his shaft firm. He shifts in his seat, his gaze on my lips.
    He wants me to suck him. I mouth over his balls, tormenting him some more. Brick rumbles, this sound of pleasure edged with anticipation.
    “What do you want?” I lave my tongue along his shaft, following a vein, and his fingers fold into tight fists.
    “You.” He watches me. “Your mouth on my cock, your warmth, your wetness surrounding me.”
    “You’re very large.” I flick my tongue against his rim. Gold blazes in Brick’s dark eyes. “You’ll fill my mouth.”
    “You can handle me.” Admiration and respect heat his voice. “You can handle anything.”
    I lick his tip, tasting his essence. “Mmmm…” I like it and delve the tip of my tongue into his slit, searching for more.
    Brick’s knuckles whiten. “Suck me, Lucille.”
    The command in his voice turns me on. I gaze up at him, wetting him but not sucking, deliberately disobeying him, wanting him to lose his shit.
    His eyes narrow. He knows what I’m doing.
    I smile around his shaft and nip the tender skin at his base.
    “Miss Henderson,” he barks.
    My spine straightens and I’m pushing my lips over his cock head before I realize what I’m doing. That’s the control my boss has over me. His mere tone strips all of my rebellion.
    I draw him deeper and deeper and deeper, cradling him with my tongue, indenting my cheeks around him. His tip taps the back of my throat.
    I meet his gaze.
    “You can handle me.” His eyes glimmer with challenge.
    Fuck. The man wants me to deep throat him and the sick thing is… I want to. I tilt my head back and take the rest of him.
    My chest blossoms with pride, with triumph. This is how much I love him. He has to feel my devotion, my caring.
    “You’re my scrapper.” Brick touches my face. His fingers shake.
    My eyes water. I pull away from him, gliding my lips along his shaft. “I’ll fight for you.” My voice is husky. “For us.”
    “I’m counting on that.” He threads his fingers through my hair, curves his palms over my skull and draws me toward him once more. “Give me more of that hot mouth.”
    I sink down on my billionaire, as greedy for him as he is for me. Brick guides me up and down his shaft, setting the pace. I concentrate on suction, inhaling his cock, the musky scent of him flavoring the air around us.
    “Yes. Like that.” He rocks into my mouth.
    I clutch his hips. This doesn’t stop him. He’s larger and stronger than I am. But I can anticipate his moves now, his actions communicated through his muscles.
    I close my lips around his tip and suck. He pushes me down on him. The tugging sensation slides along his length.
    “Christ.” He groans. “You’re killing me.”
    I laugh, the sound vibrating over his sensitive flesh. His balls hug his shaft.
    “No laughing.” My serious man wraps my hair around his fingers, tightening his grip on me, ensuring I don’t escape him, and he increases the rhythm. Pinpricks of stimulating pain shoot over my skull. I bob faster and faster, applying myself to my goal—to drive him insane with pleasure, to show my love for him in this way.
    “Yes, Lucille, yes.” Brick thrusts into my mouth, using me with an arousing wildness. He’s no longer the sophisticated executive. He’s a savage male, primitive and unrestrained.
    My lips hum. My jaw aches. His balls smack against my chin. He fucks me with abandon, lost in the act, lost in me.
    Brick calls my name with each drive forward. He knows whose mouth he’s plunging in and out of, who is pleasuring him. I look up at him, enticed by the passion in his eyes, the severe line of his