Page 33 of Tempt the Boss

She nods breathlessly.

“My pussy’s yours,” she says in a throaty whisper. “It belongs to you, Chris.”

I pound into her, snaking a hand between us to stroke her clit.

“I’m so close,” Ali breathes. I thrust faster and rub harder. “I’m coming,” she screams. Being quiet doesn’t matter anymore. If we want to shout the roof down, then so be it.

“I’m close, too, baby. I’m going to come in you.”

“Please,” she begs. “Come in me. Fill me up.”

Her words and her clenching pussy push me over the edge. I lodge myself deep inside her and spurt a massive load, the virile sperm gushing into her twat. She gasps as I release, writhing with pleasure.

“Yes, Chris,” she squeals. “Yes, give it all to me! Drain your dick in my pussy!”

And fuck, but it only makes me come more. I spurt and spurt and spurt, gallons of seed rushing into that pretty cunt. She comes as well, her vaginal spasms pulling my deposit even deeper into that fertile body. But everything good ends at some point, and careful not to crush her, I collapse on my side, rolling away from that curvy form. We take a few minutes to catch our breath and then Ali snuggles up against me and closes her eyes.

“I love this,” she says quietly. Her breathing evens out as she drifts off.

“I love you,” I say, kissing the top of her head. And I drift off as well with the most amazing girl in the world sleeping against my chest. Because who could have guessed this would happen? I moved the world for my woman. I wanted Ali Hartman so badly that I took on the board, and changed the rules of the game. I re-fashioned the world so that I could be with this gorgeous female. And now that she’s here, in my arms, I plan on keeping her by my side forever … for better or worse, for the rest of our days.

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