Page 60 of Forbidden Boss (Manhattan Billionaires)

“So wet and hot for me,” he said, his cheek creasing as he grinned. “Greedy for my cock.”

I glared at him, even though it was true. Laughing, Rome fell onto his back and took me with him so I was straddling his hips. I leaned my palms on his chest and tried to catch my breath.

His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled me down against him. My eyes flew open at the feel of him there, just a few flimsy layers of fabric separating us.

“It’s not just you,” he admitted, eyes half-lidded. “Feel what you do to me.” He used his grip to grind me against him, bucking up to meet my movements.

My eyes rolled back. “That feels so good.”

His answering groan was harsh. As I rode him, he lifted his hand and wrenched my nightgown down to expose my breasts. I lifted my arms out of the straps and let it pool around my waist, my hips rocking against his hardened shaft.

The way he looked at me intoxicated me. Eyes half-lidded, mouth slightly open, he watched the movement of my body like he’d never seen anything so good in his life. One hand guided the movement of my hips while the other swept down my chest, over my breast, down to my waist and back up.

I let out a whimper. I was so close. Heat wound in the pit of my stomach as my movements became jerkier. He met my thrusts with his own—but it wasn’t enough. My core clenched on nothing as I rode him, but my frustration mounted.

Finally, I lifted myself off him and shoved my hand in my underwear.

Rome let out a harsh breath and pushed his own pants down far enough that he could take himself in hand. I knelt there, holding my nightgown out of the way, rubbing my own slickness over my clit while he fisted himself beneath me.

“This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, his eyes glued on the movement of my hand. “Show me. Show me what you’re doing.”

I pushed my panties out of the way and let my head fall back. It felt dirty and wrong and so fucking good to be doing this with him. I could feel his movements get more frantic beneath me. Little flutters went through me, and a sort of desperation took hold. Tears gathered in the corners of my eyes. I was so turned on, so out of control, so needy.

I yelped as Rome curled his fingers around my panties and tugged. They came apart, and he tossed the ripped scrap of fabric aside. His control was slipping the leash as much as mine was.

“Do you have a condom?” I shoved my own fingers inside myself, bucking as my hair fell down over my shoulders.

Rome swore. “No.”

“Shit,” I said between breaths. “Okay.”

“Are you on the pill?”

I shook my head. “No.” Hormonal birth control made me a crazy person, and I hadn’t seen the point in taking it when I didn’t have regular sex. I was regretting that now.

He closed his eyes for a beat, then moved his hands to my hips once more. I ground myself against him like before, but without the layers of fabric separating us. We groaned in unison. My breaths became harsh as I rode against his cock, desperate for an orgasm.

He was right there. I could shift the angle of my hips, use my hand to angle him ever so slightly, and I’d feel him where I wanted him most. I wanted to. I was desperate to. But I didn’t.

Rome used his hands to guide my hips, pressing me down against his hard shaft as my desire made our movements slick. His neck muscles were stark, his biceps straining at the fabric of his sleeves.

“I want you so fucking much,” he rasped, his eyes wild.

“I know,” I panted.

He groaned, shoving my hips back and forth as I twisted my hands into his tee for purchase. The mattress groaned.

And I couldn’t take it anymore. Lust had addled my brain to the point where all I could think about was how badly I wanted to come. All I knew was how good he looked and how much I wanted him. I reached between us and angled him upward—then impaled myself. I fell forward, moaning.

His eyes widened as one hand flew to the back of my head, twisting into my hair. “Nikki—” He bit my name off with a groan, his hips bucking beneath me.

I gasped, clinging to him for dear life. Then I was on my back and Rome was holding my knees in the crook of his elbow, driving himself inside me so deep I could think of nothing else.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded, eyes wild as he pistoned into me.

I bunched the fabric of my nightgown out of the way and did as he ordered. I felt him entering me, felt the taut skin of his shaft against my fingers, my wetness coating him. Within seconds of my fingers making contact with my clit, my orgasm finally—finally—detonated.

Every muscle in my body clenched as I arched off the bed. I let out a cry through clenched teeth, riding the intensity of my pleasure until it felt like I’d fly apart. Distantly, I heard Rome swearing. I felt his movements become jerky and uncoordinated. I squeezed my thighs against his arms as he held my knees up, his hands finding my ass to lift me up for a deeper angle.

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