The Boss and Her Submission ❤️ - Part 2

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A week later, John found himself back at Mariah’s house, this time with a new set of files. The drunk husband answered the door again, but this time Mariah was right behind him.

"Come in," she said, her voice smooth but her eyes burning into him.

John stepped inside, his pulse quickening. The house smelled like vanilla and sin.

Mariah led him to the dining table, where two plates of food were already set. "Eat," she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument.

John sat, watching as she moved around the kitchen. The robe was gone, replaced by a tight black dress that hugged her hips and pushed her tits up like an offering. Every step she took made his dick harder.

"Help me with these dishes," she said, handing him a stack of plates.

•••••

John followed her to the kitchen, his gaze locked on her ass as she bent over the sink. When she turned, she caught him staring. Instead of scolding him, she bit her lip.

"You like what you see?" she asked, her voice a purr.

John didn’t answer. He just stepped closer, his hands gripping her waist. Mariah didn’t resist as he pulled her against him, her body warm and yielding. Her breath hitched when his fingers slid up her thighs, pushing her dress higher.

"John…" she whispered, but it wasn’t a protest.

He dropped to his knees, his mouth finding the wet heat between her legs. Mariah moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as he licked her through her panties. The fabric was already soaked, her arousal thick and sweet.

"Fuck," she gasped, her hips rocking against his face.

John pulled her panties aside and dove in, his tongue flicking over her clit before plunging inside her. Mariah’s legs trembled, her moans growing louder as he feasted on her. He could feel her thighs shaking, her body on the edge.

"Cum for me," he growled against her pussy.

•••••

Mariah came with a cry, her juices flooding his mouth. He lapped up every drop, savoring the taste of her.

When he finally stood, Mariah was breathless, her dress hiked up around her waist. John didn’t waste time—he unbuckled his belt, his cock springing free. Mariah’s eyes widened at the sight of it, thick and veiny, already dripping with pre-cum.

She dropped to her knees in front of him, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth. John groaned, his hands fisting her hair as she sucked him deep. Her tongue swirled around his shaft, her moans vibrating against his skin.

"Fuck, just like that," he grunted, thrusting his hips.

•••••

Mariah gagged around his cock, tears streaming down her face, but she didn’t stop. She hollowed her cheeks, her hand stroking the base of his shaft as she took him deeper.

John’s balls tightened. "I’m gonna cum," he warned.

Mariah pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening. "Do it," she whispered.

With a groan, he exploded, his cum ***ting her face and tits. Mariah licked her lips, swallowing every drop before leaning back against the counter, her chest heaving.

John tucked himself back in, his cock still half-hard. Mariah’s dress was ruined, her makeup smeared, her lips swollen.

She smirked up at him. "Again, anytime."

John grinned. "Oh, we’re not done yet."

#Master_Johnny🥵