Page 72 of Falling for the Boss's Son

Then, he was gone. Jesse ripped his cock out of her mouth.

She thought she’d done something wrong, but then she saw him reach for a condom she hadn’t noticed on the coffee table. He rolled it down his length, then turned to face her again.

Cassie had no idea what he was going to do. Okay, that wasn’t true. She knew he was going to fuck her.

Before she could contemplate the hows, he took hold of her bicep and turned her to face the couch. She was still on her knees, but that didn’t seem to matter. He pushed on her back until her face was against the couch.

Jesse kneeled behind her and lined himself up. He thrust forward, his cock filling her pussy.

A feeling of rightness came over her as he moved inside her, pulling out, then plunging forward again. Over and over, he thrust, bringing every emotion she felt since meeting him to the surface.

He brushed her hair away from her neck and leaned forward until his chest was against her back. She could feel his harsh breaths against her skin, only adding to everything she was feeling. Cassie loved that she could do this to him. That this wasn’t only one-sided. She felt powerful, yet taken care of at the same time. She didn’t want this feeling to ever end.

His hands were everywhere, on her breasts, her hips, her belly. She was so hot, yet she didn’t want him to stop. She never wanted him to stop.

One of Jesse’s hands cupped her still cloth-covered breast while the other found its way between her legs. His fingers plucked at her nipple, the sensation almost painful, while the digits of his other hand worked her clit. She was pressed against the couch, his body holding her down.

He began kissing her shoulder, her neck, anywhere his mouth could reach. “Are you ready to come, Cass?”

She tried to nod, but she couldn’t move all that much. “Yes. Yes, Sir.”

He did something with his hips, and she gasped. Then she felt his teeth scrape against her shoulder and his fingers pinch her nipple. That, combined with what he was doing to her clit, was too much.

Her orgasm hit her hard. She released a strangled cry as her climax rocked her body.

Jesse picked up his pace, sucking on the skin at the base of her neck as if demons were chasing him. He released a grunt from deep in his belly as he surged forward once more and held himself deep inside her.

Neither of them moved for several long moments. She could feel his heart pounding against his chest as their breathing came back to normal. He kissed along her spine, keeping his arms around her.

As her pulse returned to normal, their position registered. She was trapped. She couldn’t move.

Cassie shifted and Jesse must have felt the change in her mood. He sat up, pulling out of her.

She straightened immediately and readjusted her bra straps so they were on her shoulders again and didn’t restrict the movement of her arms.

Jesse brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek. It was only then she realized she was crying. “Cass?”

She wiped the tears away.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No.”

He waited for her to go on. When she didn’t, he stood, helped her up, and grabbed a blanket from inside an ottoman a few feet away. He wrapped the blanket around her, making sure it was secure. “Wait here. I need to clean up.” He kissed the top of her head. “I won’t be long.”

Cassie hugged the blanket, feeling so many emotions she was having trouble naming them. How had she gone from feeling on top of the world, to crying, to utter panic?

She glanced at the door, then disregarded the notion of fleeing. Jesse would follow her. Even if she went to her mom’s for the rest of the weekend, there would be no avoiding him come Monday, and the last thing she wanted to do was have a confrontation at work.

No, she was going to have to suck it up and deal with this like an adult. She didn’t want to lose Jesse. In fact, she was pretty sure she was falling in love with him. Taking a seat on the couch, she snuggled into her blanket and waited.

* * *

She’d been fine. Jesse knew he was pushing her boundaries, so he’d paid close attention to how she was reacting to having her movement restricted, to being held down by his weight. She’d shown no signs of distress. In fact, it was the opposite.

He threw the condom away, washed his hands, and hurried back to the living room. Cassie was huddled in the corner of his couch, still wrapped in the throw blanket he’d put around her.

Disregarding both their clothes, he sat beside her on the couch and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled into him, burrowing her face into his neck. A shiver ran through her, but this time it had nothing to do with arousal. “Cass, I need you to tell me what happened.”

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