His Young Maid: A Forbidden Boss Age Gap Romance Daisy Jane (love letters to the dead TXT) 📖

as he touches me, I’m going to come so fast. Just the feel of his skin against my bare parts and I’ll fold, I know it.

“I’ve wanted you so bad,” I say on an exhale as he paces towards me, slow and intentional, the taste of him still on my lips. The look in his eyes tells me he wants this as bad as I do and it causes a surge of confidence inside me, to know a mature, handsome man like Brooks wants me. He wants me, not just my body, but he wants the actual Britta. The one with just dreams and no resume, the one who still hasn’t figured things out and is still learning. Despite it all, he wants me.

“You don’t know what want is,” he growls, bending down, slanting his mouth over mine. I moan and his mouth catches it, pens it in between us, the taste of him making my thighs tingle.

“I don’t just want you. I need you,” he says between wild kisses, his palms sliding under my sweater, cupping my breasts. Warm and rough, his touch is everything.

We padded our way from the garage to the kitchen, up the stairs and by the time we’d reached his room, all we had on was underwear. The room was dark, only a stream of light from the hall drawn across the floor. That sliver illuminated the side of his face, his arm and chest. My heart beat with the force of a thousand hammers as I took in his slender yet built physique, the delicious v dipping into his boxers from his hips. I loved that the hair on his chest was just a little grayer, a little softer than the hair on his head and I loved that when he reached for me, his muscled strained and tightened. His dark eyes held their gaze on me and as he pulled me into him and I nearly melted. Being held by him, our sticky, needy skin pressed together with nowhere to hide, it felt right.

He puts me on the bed then I feel him hook his fingers through my panties, his lips dragging a line down my leg as he tugs, tugs them off me completely. His erection rests on my bare ass, hot and heavy, as his lips fight my hair for that soft spot on my neck. He sucks in a deep, slow breath and I feel his cock flex and strain against me, and it nearly takes my breath away. I want him so bad. I’m afraid I’m going to come so fast and ruin it.

“Cake,” he rasps, “I smelled you in my house before I met you. You smell so fucking sweet, like cake,” he growls, nipping at my neck, the top of my shoulders, his lips now on my spine. Liquid heat spreads between my thighs, the pink flesh there swollen, aching.

“And somehow,” he grits, “you taste even fucking sweeter.”

He wraps an arm under my hips and yanks me to my knees on the bed, his rigid cock pinned to my bare ass. A squeal escapes me as I get my bearings, Brooks tearing through a square of foil behind me. I hear him work his dick to roll down the condom and I wish I could see him handling himself that way. And before I can even glance behind me, his fingertips drive into my hips and he pulls back, straight onto that impressive length of his.

“Oh!” I squeal, sitting back on him, absorbing him, letting my tight, wet pussy adjust to his size.

From his knees behind me, he wraps an arm around my chest and lifts me up, kissing behind my ear.

“Take it how you want it,” his voice sounds dark in my ear, low and rippled with passion. I nod, breathlessly, and fall forward onto belly, hollowing myself as he slides out of me. Flipping onto my back, I let my legs fall open drawing his darkening eyes to the hot, pink flesh there. He wraps a hand around himself and strokes, slow, base to tip, rolling his palm over the glistening need that forms at the peak of him. I can’t wait, I need him, everywhere.

“Taste me,” I whisper, shy to admit what I want, nervous to show him that side of me so completely now.

He runs his palms over the tops of my legs, making my nipples turn to stiff peaks, my spine rolls, breathing now jagged. And then his mouth is there, tasting as much as possible, as slowly as possible. His tongue discovers the seam of me, over and over, faster and faster until I am completely powerless to do anything but clench the sheets, scream for him, scream for more, now, right there.

I’m breathing, panting, gasping as he presses his lips over my clit, tightly, and introduces his tongue in small, tight circles, his fingers now to the hilt. The lights go out, my hips sail into the air, explosions fill the peripheral of my existence, noises everywhere but nothing makes sense. I am powerless underneath him, the orgasm he’s giving me is so big, powerful, profound. He opens his mouth with a moan and I come again, breathlessly, clenching on him, releasing him, over and over until I’m a puddle of sticky skin and sweat in his bed.

He lays next to me, in no hurry to get his, but as I make my way down from my orgasmic haze, I remember the road head in the car, on the drive here. Straddling him, I put his sheathed cock between us and slip it inside me, still wet and throbbing from my orgasm.

“Ohh,” he groans as I settle into his lap, his cock pushed so deep inside me that I cough as I adjust, making room for all of him. He’s so big it nearly feels like he tears me when I put him inside me, but my body adjusts, as if he were meant to fill me. Because as