Page 22 of Claimed By the Boss

I lick the vein on the underside of his shaft, swirl over the sensitive bundle of nerves at the base of his head, and flick his slit, finding the right rhythm and pressure to draw the most intoxicating sounds from deep within his chest. Every moan, every twitch of his hips, praises me.

“Keep going. I want to fill your pretty mouth,” he groans, his voice strained with restraint.

A thrill of excitement coils in my stomach, and I gaze up at him through my lashes, our eyes locking, memorizing the sight of him tipping over the edge.

In this moment, Nolan belongs to me.

The hand in my hair tightens, holding me in place as his cock pulses, and hot cum floods across my tongue. I swallow around his shaft, greedy to claim even more of this powerful man.

My pleasure spikes, knowing that I’m the cause. That I brought him to release.

Nolan pulls my head up, his semi-hard length slapping against his stomach.

Dazed, I stare up at him, gasping for breath.

“Damn, you’re beautiful with your lips swollen and red from taking me.” He wipes the spit from my mouth. “Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes.” The word comes out raspy from my abused throat.

His gaze drops to the front of my nightshirt. “Show me.”

Drunk on pleasure, without a hint of embarrassment, I reach down to lift the hem, showing Nolan my hard dick and thighs shiny with the slick leaking from my ass.

A low rumble rises from him, and I shudder in response, cum dripping from my slit.

He leans down, inhaling behind my ear. “Do you want me to take you to bed now?”

Legs shaking with need, I nod.

He nuzzles the side of my throat. “Yes?”

“Yes,” I gasp out. “Please take me to bed.”

“Good boy.” Nolan tugs on the loose collar of my nightshirt. “Strip.”

I kneel before him, trembling with a combination of nerves and anticipation, as he sits back to watch with the same commanding gaze he used to survey Velvet Oasis every time he came into the shop.

He strokes his semi-hard cock, still wet from my mouth. “Go ahead. Let me see everything.”

Breath hitching, I rise unsteadily to my feet and reach for the hem of the silky fabric, pulling it over my head and letting it fall to the floor.

It leaves me exposed while he remains fully clothed, but instead of vulnerability or weakness, Nolan’s heavy-lidded stare fills me with a sense of power as his desire for me pushes thick pheromones into the air, saturating the room with hunger and need.

“Look how lovely you are.” He reaches out to stroke my quivering thighs and leans forward to press a kiss to my stomach.

My heart races, and my arms wrap around his shoulders as my knees weaken.

Callused hands grip my waist, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. The world tilts, and I tighten my hold on him, burying my face against his neck where his pulse thunders as he carries me to the bed.

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Nolan lays me down on the plush bed with a gentleness belied by his size.

Eyes fixed on me, he strips out of his clothes, revealing a body toned with muscle. With no hair on his chest, I have an unobstructed view of the black tattoo that covers his left pec.

It’s some kind of gear design, but before I get a better look at it, the mattress dips as he crawls over my body, his warmth enveloping me, and all other thoughts melt away.

Nolan slides an arm under my shoulders, and his knee pushes between mine. I curl toward him, craving the burn of his skin. I rut against his hard abs, craving friction against my cock, and a whimper escapes as I clutch at his biceps.

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