Page 21 of Claimed By the Boss

There’s so much about the time we spent together during my Heat that I don’t remember. So many gaps I want to fill. What Nolan’s face looks like when he’s lost to pleasure. How he sounds when he comes. The fever stole those memories from me, and I want them back.

Swallowing hard, I reach for his belt and fumble to open it, struggling with the thick leather strap. The buckle isn’t normal, with no obvious latch, and a whine of frustration rises in my throat.

“Do you want help?” Nolan purrs, the offer stroking over me like a touch.

Embarrassed to have already failed, I drop my hands to my lap and nod.

“No, not like that.” His fingers brush my lips, then push inside to stroke my tongue. “You have to ask.”

My eyes close with pleasure, and I catch his wrist, my eyes closing as I take his long digits deeper. Rough calluses and the faint trace of salt flood my senses, and a sliver of memory rises to the surface of something thicker and hotter filling my mouth.

He pulls away, and my lashes flutter up to find his burning gaze on me. “Do you want something else to suck on?”

My eyes drop to the front of his pants. “Yes.”

“Ask.”

Blood rushes to my cheeks. “Please open your slacks.”

“Good boy. Pay attention, so you remember how to do this next time.” Nolan reaches for his buckle and pinches the sides, releasing the small locks to flip back the flat silver front, and the leather slides free with ease.

He doesn’t stop there, though. With deft fingers, he flicks the button at the top of his fly and drags down the zipper.

Black boxers tent out of the opening, and he hooks his thumbs in the waistband. “These, too? Or would you prefer the pleasure?”

Desire fills me to unwrap that present myself, and my hands lift on instinct before I freeze.

With a knowing smile, he leaves his briefs in place as he returns his arms to the back of the couch and watches me.

A shiver goes down my spine, and I glance up at him through my lashes. When he stays still, I rise onto my knees and reach for the elastic at his waist.

Breath held, I peel them down, revealing his thick, long length. It stands proudly, the plump head flushed dusky pink with veins standing out along his shaft.

Uncertain if I can handle his size, I peek up at him once more.

“It’s okay, you can take it. I’ve already come in every part of you.” He cups my chin, drawing me forward. “Trust your body to remember my shape.”

I shift, the plush carpet cushioning my knees, and my pulse flutters with excitement and worry. Nolan is a powerful, wealthy man who could have anyone. Certainly someone with more experience in how to please a man.

What if I mess this up?

As if sensing my hesitation, he gently tilts my face up to meet his piercing green eyes. “We don’t have to do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

“No, I want to.” My gaze fixes on his hard cock. “I want you.”

The words hold the weight of all those nights alone, longing for something impossible. Now that my fantasies are real, I’m not letting self-doubt stop me from doing something I’ve wanted since the first day I saw Nolan walk into Velvet Oasis.

Trembling, I lean forward, parting my lips to take him in. Salty and clean, the velvety heat of him strokes across my tongue. My hands shake as they settle on his thighs, the muscles like steel under my touch.

The bright lights of the room fall away as my eyes close, blocking out everything except the scent of his skin, a mix of expensive cologne and his pheromones.

“Fuck, it feels amazing to be back in your mouth.” He cups the back of my head, urging me to take more of him.

I slide my mouth down him as far as I can, my lips stretched taut around his thick shaft, his tip at the back of my tongue. When his hand in my hair tightens, I suction my cheeks as he pulls me up, his pre-cum an award for my efforts.

My body melts, desire spiraling through me, and I give myself over to Nolan as he sets a demanding but considerate pace. He works himself deeper and eases back when my throat constricts, waiting until I remember how to relax, how to accept his full length.

Then he fucks my mouth, his cock moving in hot, thick surges. His breath hitches, letting me know I’m doing well, that I’m giving him pleasure, and warmth unfurls inside me.

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