Page 15 of Mr. Bossy


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“Why me?” I tried.“You can obviously have your pick of women.What made you ask me to come this weekend?”

He lowered his shades, and let his eyes play over me, lingering on my legs, then my breasts, then my mouth.“It’s a funny story, actually.I don’t see the harm in telling you.You see, I didn’t find you by accident.”

This was news to me.“You didn’t?”

“No.I have a friend I play poker with.Amos.Does that ring a bell?”

My mouth shaped into a smile at the name.“Yeah.He’s a regular.Very sweet guy.”I meant it.He was at the club at least four times a week, always begging for my attention, but he was very courteous about keeping his hands to himself.

“Well, he’s my poker buddy, and he’s been talking about you for months, saying he’s in love with a stripper.Finally, I was curious enough to come see for myself.He wasn’t exaggerating about you.”

I felt unaccountably flattered.

“You were ideal for the role.Sheila is a stunning creature and she knows it, so I needed someone outrageously beautiful to make even her feel insecure.You spoke well, I could tell you were intelligent enough to hold a conversation.And I was attracted to you.I wanted you, instantly and ferociously.You can’t fake that kind of lust and you can’t hide it either.Also, the wedding was bound to be tedious for me, and you’re a very pleasant distraction.Like I said, you’re ideal.”

I wasn’t sure what to say, I felt too many things all at once.Flattered, worried—a touch irritated at his obsession with this other woman—and abundantly turned on.

“Lift your skirt higher,” he said suddenly.“Show me your pussy.I want to see if you’re wet.”

I should have been becoming accustomed to the way he spoke to me, but I wasn’t at all.His out of the blue vulgarity never ceased to shock me and turn me on.

“I don’t think—“ I began, with the best of intentions.

“Don’t think.Lift up your skirt and show me that gorgeous cunt.I want to feel you clench around my fingers again.”

I was panting as I obeyed.

His brows drew together in irritation as he looked at my white lace G-string.“They weren’t supposed to give you any panties.I was very specific in my instructions.Take those off.”

I did it, dislodging his hand on my thigh as I inched them down.

His brow smoothed out when I bared myself completely from the waist down.“Good.Hold that skirt up just like that.Now spread your thighs.Let me look at you.”

I obeyed.

He made a little tsking noise when he saw the moisture there.He touched me, holding up two wet fingers.

“Is this all for me?” he asked blandly.

I nodded, watching in fascination as he pulled his fingers loose, brought them to his mouth, and sucked them clean.

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