The Taste of Submission
His lips moved over mine like he was devouring me, deep and messy, and I felt my hips shift against his, unable to resist, rubbing him slowly wanting everything.
He groaned, vibrating against my mouth, as he pulled back slightly. His hips jerked under mine; my hand found his shirt, tugging at him, craving more. "Anita, don't stop," I whispered, breathless and desperate.
He moaned, finding my lips again, rough and demanding. His hand slowly went under my shirt, lifting it slowly, my skin shivering when his finger touched my bare skin. The anticipation was maddening. "Ohhh... fuck, boss," I moaned inside his mouth, as he ripped my bra off in one motion. And my boobs came into life; he slowly p