Page 49 of Falling for the Boss's Son

Okay, maybe it wasn’t that extreme, but her movements were restricted. That shouldn’t be something she wanted, and it certainly shouldn’t turn her on, but the moisture coating his fingers said otherwise. They slid in and out easily, creating a longing to know what it would feel like having him make love to her.

He removed his fingers and moved them to her clit. It was so sensitive. The desire to come was close to the surface. It wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.

But then his fingers were gone. She let out an irritated groan and he chuckled. “Patience.”

“I’m so close.”

“I know you are. My girl enjoys being spanked.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but before the words were out of her mouth, his hand landed on her bottom again. This time she felt it deep in her core. There seemed to be an electric wire from where he’d hit her to her clit.

He didn’t pause between swats. They were fast and firm. And with each one, she felt herself grow wetter, more aroused. All she needed was the right pressure on her clit and she’d explode.

“That’s it, baby.” His grip on her wrists tightened as he smacked harder. Tears pricked her eyes. It hurt but also made her want him to fuck her until she saw stars.

Her ass was burning by the time he slid his fingers between her legs again and began rubbing her clit. Tears were streaming down her face, but all she wanted was for him to keep going, keep rubbing. She needed to come. Needed that release.

When it finally came, she felt it all the way down to her toes. Cassie had never been a screamer, but she let out a high-pitched noise that could only be described as a scream as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

He kept massaging her clit until the last ripple of her climax. She felt as if she’d run a marathon but in the best way. Her backside was still burning, but she felt more relaxed than she could ever remember being before.

Jesse released her wrists and shifted his weight. She heard a drawer opening and figured he was getting a condom. When he sat back up, he began rubbing something on her ass. “You shouldn’t bruise, but this will help just in case.”

His hands felt good and she moaned. How could she still be horny?

Cassie had no idea, but she was. That had never happened before. She was usually lucky to orgasm once during sex. Then again, they hadn’t had sex. He’d laid her over his lap, spanked her, and made her come.

Once he was finished, he returned whatever he’d been using back in the drawer, then rolled her over. He helped her to sit up, then set her on her feet.

She wabbled a little, so he steadied her.

Jesse stood and reached around her to unclasp her bra. It floated to the floor, leaving her naked in front of him. He was still dressed, his dress shirt now full of wrinkles. For some reason, she hadn’t thought about their clothes disparity until now. “You’re still dressed.”

A smile pulled at his lips. “I am. Why don’t you fix that by undressing me.”

She began unbuttoning his shirt, soaking in the sight of his chest as she revealed more and more skin. He stood still as she worked, not moving a muscle until she reached the area above his waist. Her fingers brushed his abs and she heard him suck in a breath.

It felt good to know she affected him too—that it wasn’t one-sided. She leaned in to press a kiss to his chest before going back to the task she’d been asked to do.

After unbuttoning his cuffs, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor as he’d done with her clothing. She’d never undressed a man before, but she was finding it incredibly erotic. It was no wonder men liked removing a woman’s clothes.

The urge to run her tongue along the ridges of his abs was strong, but so was the need to see the rest of him. She unbuckled his belt and pulled it free. As soon as she dropped his belt, she went to work on his pants.

She lowered the zipper and pushed his pants and underwear down his legs. His erection sprang free, pointing straight at her. Big and hard and leaking pre-cum.

Cassie touched the tip, spreading the moisture around. Jesse was bigger than Trent had been. Maybe that should have scared her, but it didn’t. She’d never been this turned on with her previous boyfriend.

Jesse placed two fingers beneath her chin and redirected her gaze to his face. She thought he was going to say something, but instead, he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. It was slow and deep and made her insides pulse and heat.

His fingers slid into her hair and he crushed her to him—skin against skin—as he held her hip and ground his erection against her. She dug her fingers into his sides, not to steady herself, but in an effort to get closer.

He turned them and the back of her knees bumped the edge of the mattress. Then she fell backward. She landed on the bed and was immediately reminded of the spanking he’d given her.

Before she could focus too much on that, however, her attention was pulled back to Jesse when he hooked one of her legs over his hip, then the other. “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

She did so and the movement once again made her acutely aware of her sensitive backside.

Jesse climbed onto the bed and positioned them, so her head was on one of the pillows. He towered over her, his eyes dark and a look on his face that had her pussy aching with need. She wanted him inside her.

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