THE BOSS HAS THE FINAL SAY

"Just say the word, and see how submissive I can get. Only to my special person," he responds, and I gaze at him. Sometimes I feel like this is a dream to have so much power over a man like this. I meant, it is too much, right? It's like he is the man yet I am the one driving him. I know he would kiss me gently and gently roll off me and even apologize if I say no. "So? Do you want me to get off you?" He implores when I take forever to respond.


"No, Damian. Make love to me."

He smirks, snaring my lips in yet another slow-burn deep kiss that stirs all the desires in me, inciting a clash of desires. As he kicks his shoes off, I battle with his belt, helping him to strip as fast as possible so that he can pleasure me like he always does, but damn this suit of his! He chuckles between the kissing after sensing my desperation.

Hovering off the bed, he drops all the pieces of his clothes, and then he pinches his knees one after the other to the bed again and kneels at my feet, worshipping the beauty sprawled before him.


"Have I ever told you howspellbinding your body is?" He whispers, taking my right leg and trailing kisses up, leaving me panting, and all the fire in my body erupts the moment his wet lips touch my clit.

He always tells me. I have evn lost count of how many times he has praised my body. To him, it's like I am angel. With no flaws at all. He rights everything I do or choose to do.


He buries himself there, doing his magic, taking me to the gates of pleasure and lust and locking me behind them. He licks, sucks, fingers, and fucks me with his tongue. I'm now partaking in the pleasure of the myths I read in books about sex. You know those kinky stuffs about tongue fucking, fingering and what not? I never imagined those things were real until I met Damian. And I also never knew they would taste this heavely until he made me taste them. It is mind-blowing.

"Aaah. Damian," I groan with letdown as he abandons me at the cliff of burning pleasure.

"Relax, baby," he whispers, jerking his upper body up and parking himself on top of me. I meet his glorious sharp pointed cock as it furiously brushes my entrance. "You miss my cock?" He queries, brushing it up and down my clit.

He sure knows how to tease me. He knows that I want him inside right now. How can I not after all that pleasure his tongue has aroused in me? "Yes, hun. Give it to me. I want you inside of me so badly. Aah!"

Holly fuck! I groan with pleasure when he shoves it in beastly, sloping it at the bottom of most of my throbbing pussy. I jerk my hips up to him in appreciation.

"Like that?" He asks, his eyes scanning mine.

"Yes." I dig my nails into the skin on his back.

"You are so tight on me, baby. What next? What do you want me to do, baby?"

"Just say the word, and see how submissive I can get. Only to my special person," he responds, and I gaze at him. Sometimes I feel like this is a dream to have so much power over a man like this. I meant, it is too much, right? It's like he is the man yet I am the one driving him. I know he would kiss me gently and gently roll off me and even apologize if I say no. "So? Do you want me to get off you?" He implores when I take forever to respond.

"No, Damian. Make love to me."

He smirks, snaring my lips in yet another slow-burn deep kiss that stirs all the desires in me, inciting a clash of desires. As he kicks his shoes off, I battle with his belt, helping him to strip as fast as possible so that he can pleasure me like he always does, but damn this suit of his! He chuckles between the kissing after sensing my desperation.

Hovering off the bed, he drops all the pieces of his clothes, and then he pinches his knees one after the other to the bed again and kneels at my feet, worshipping the beauty sprawled before him.

"Have I ever told you howspellbinding your body is?" He whispers, taking my right leg and trailing kisses up, leaving me panting, and all the fire in my body erupts the moment his wet lips touch my clit.

He always tells me. I have evn lost count of how many times he has praised my body. To him, it's like I am angel. With no flaws at all. He rights everything I do or choose to do.

He buries himself there, doing his magic, taking me to the gates of pleasure and lust and locking me behind them. He licks, sucks, fingers, and fucks me with his tongue. I'm now partaking in the pleasure of the myths I read in books about sex. You know those kinky stuffs about tongue fucking, fingering and what not? I never imagined those things were real until I met Damian. And I also never knew they would taste this heavely until he made me taste them. It is mind-blowing.

"Aaah. Damian," I groan with letdown as he abandons me at the cliff of burning pleasure.

"Relax, baby," he whispers, jerking his upper body up and parking himself on top of me. I meet his glorious sharp pointed cock as it furiously brushes my entrance. "You miss my cock?" He queries, brushing it up and down my clit.

He sure knows how to tease me. He knows that I want him inside right now. How can I not after all that pleasure his tongue has aroused in me? "Yes, hun. Give it to me. I want you inside of me so badly. Aah!"

Holly fuck! I groan with pleasure when he shoves it in beastly, sloping it at the bottom of most of my throbbing pussy. I jerk my hips up to him in appreciation.

"Like that?" He asks, his eyes scanning mine.

"Yes." I dig my nails into the skin on his back.

"You are so tight on me, baby. What next? What do you want me to do, baby?"