Page 27 of Mr. Bossy


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I took my hand away, smiling innocently up at him.

He started kissing me again like he couldn’t help himself.

I lasted maybe thirty seconds before I started stroking his thigh again.

He was cursing as he pulled his mouth away this time.“What did I tell you, lapochka?” he asked softly.

I didn’t get a chance to answer before he was rising, grabbing my hand, and pulling me from the room.

He made it out of the building and into the garden but no further.Apparently the five extra minutes it would take to make it to our suite was too much for him.

He fucked me right there in the garden, up against the wall, first with his mouth, followed shortly by his cock.

He knelt at my feet, lifted my scant dress just enough to fit his head between my thighs, and ate me out, quickly and ferociously.There was no teasing.He burrowed his face against me, latching his mouth onto my pussy, and tongue fucked me.

This lasted for only a few drugging beats before he pulled back to suck directly at my clit.

I came hard, and while I was still coming, still in the throws of ecstasy, he rose, gliding his body along mine.I didn’t even realize he’d taken his dick out of his pants until it reached my pussy.There was no pause, no hesitation, he simply straightened, impaling me smoothly on his way up.

He pumped into me hard, humping relentlessly into my pussy, his mouth at my ear, spouting off every dirty, intoxicating thing that came into his head as he fucked me stupid.“All I’ve thought about since I first laid eyes on you is living is this tight, sweet cunt until I fuck myself unconscious.I’m never going to stop.This pussy is mine.My property.I want you at my beck and call, day and night.When I travel, you travel.When I’m working, I want your body close enough to catch my cum, every time I want it, and I’ll want it a lot.”

His words were more outrageous than ever, and probably nonsense, but they made me come instantly, and with his name on my lips.

With a growl, he bottomed out inside of me, and emptied his load.

I was still coming down, his lips on my neck, his dick buried to the hilt, my cunt clenching on it, milking it dry, when I noticed that we weren’t alone.

A couple stood not ten feet away, holding hands.They’d obviously gone for a stroll in the garden and gotten more of a view than they’d bargained for.

I tapped Kashnikov on the shoulder.He didn’t seem to notice.He was very absorbed in sucking at my neck and humping his spent cock around in my tenderized pussy.“We’re not alone,” I whispered at him.

That got his attention.He turned just his head to look.“Oh, hey, Sam,” he said.His voice was hoarse, but rather composed, all things considered.“Hello, Tamara,” he added.“This is my fiancée, Greta.Let us just finish up here, and I’ll give you a proper introduction inside.”

The couple left without a word.

I was not nearly as mortified as I should have been.Kashnikov’s hedonist ways were obviously corrupting me.I was sure it didn’t hurt that I was already a bit of an exhibitionist to begin with.

“Well, I don’t think those two are going to forget meeting me anytime soon,” I said wryly.

He gave me the warmest smile I’d ever seen.It affected me, made me tingle from head to toe in pleasure.He kissed the tip of my nose affectionately.“No one could forget you, lapochka.”

That was the moment it hit me like a punch to the chest, knocking the wind out of me.

I was falling for him.Falling for this filthy-talking Russian billionaire that probably ate hearts like mine for breakfast.

I called myself every kind of stupid, but your brain can’t talk your heart out of its feelings, so knowing how stupid it was didn’t change a thing.

I wanted more than this weekend with him.More than a business arrangement.More than a fling.I loved the way he doted on me, the way he made me feel, the filthy, inappropriate, ridiculous things he said to me.I wanted it all to be real.

And I didn’t want it to end.

Ever.

I held still and watched with breathless delight as he pulled himself out of me slowly.

He tucked his heavy cock back into his slacks and brought his hand back between my thighs, fingering my pussy with casual ownership.“Let’s go clean up before we head back in for dessert.”

I let him straighten my dress and pull me along.He took me back up to the suite, pushed me down on the bed, and cleaned me himself with a warm, wet cloth.

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