Free Boss Me by Lacey Black Page B

Will orders through tight lips.
    I sit back on my bed, slide up the comforter, and lie back on my pillow. I watch helplessly as Will slides his pants down his powerful thighs. He makes quick work of removing his boots and socks and finally stands before me in a pair of dark boxers. His manhood jets gloriously out from his underwear creating that alluring tent. My mouth waters and my fingers itch to touch his impressive length.
    Will grabs his pants and pulls a foil package out of his wallet. With the protection in his hand, Will tosses his boxers and stands before me as the most magnificent form of naked man.
    Removing his glasses, he sets them down on my nightstand. I lie before him, helplessly, as he crawls onto the bed next to me. He lays his body possessively on top of mine and devours my mouth with another inebriating kiss. My entire body is on fire again as his hand slowly makes his way up my stomach and cups my right breast. The way he tweaks and pulls on my nipple causes wetness to flood my core in anticipation. I moan and whither under his skillful touch.
    Will fondles my breasts as his tongue plunges deeply into the recesses of my mouth. His hard manhood rubs against my stomach and I ache to feel him slide into my heat. Now. I need him to put an end to this torture. Right. Now.
    It’s been so long since I’ve felt this fire, this lustful energy. I hope I can remember the steps to the dance. Though, if the way I respond to Will is any indication, I’m sure I won’t have any problem remembering with this man as my partner.
    Will breaks the kiss and kneels before me, sheathing his length with protection. He gently spreads my knees apart and places his large, lithe body between my legs. There’s a hum of anticipation evident in the room. This is it. We are about to cross that imaginary moral line as we completely throw the rulebook out the window. For the first time in my life, I want to jump over that damn line. I want to jump so damn far over it, tap dancing a little jig the entire time, and claim this man as my own.
    Will leans forward and places a tender kiss to my swollen lips. I feel his length nudge my center as if begging to be allowed entrance. He gently pushes his groin forward, entering my body in the most glorious onslaught of pleasure and pain. My body welcomes the invasion as I stretch to fit his length. My eyes practically roll back in my head as he pulls out slowly and pushes in further. He doesn’t stop until he’s buried deeply inside of me. So deep that I feel like I’ll be imprinted with his touch for the rest of my life.
    Will gradually begins to pick up his pace as his hips move within my thighs. His body moves with determination, his hands seeking my breasts, my nipples. I reach around and grab a hold of his back, trying to control the pace. I feel myself tightening, my body reaching for that imaginary cliff of ecstasy.
    “Not yet,” Will orders as he pulls my hands from his back.
    “What?” I say breathlessly.
    “Not. Yet. You’re not getting off yet, Carmen,” he demands as he takes both of my hands within one of his much larger ones and places them above my head.
    “I want control,” Will says, his voice tight and edgy. “Will you give it to me, Carmen?” he asks as he thrusts deep inside me again.
    I shake my head from side to side, not wanting to give it up, yet at the same time, willing to give him anything he wants if he continues make me feel so much pleasure.
    “I promise it’ll be worth it,” Will whispers softly against the side of my face. The scruff of his seven o’clock shadow bites into the smooth skin of my cheek. He moves slightly until he’s directly over my face. “Give it to me,” he whispers sweetly as he takes my lips with his own.
    I allow my body to relax as I give up the precious control I pride myself on holding onto. My legs tremble as I wrap them around Will’s waist, my arms still firmly held over my head by the man dominating me mind, body,