Page 66 of Forbidden Boss (Manhattan Billionaires)

“Shut up and fuck me, Rome.”

I grinned and nodded at the condom. “Put it on, then.”

She huffed like the insolent brat she was, then did as she was told. I groaned at the feel of her slim fingers around my shaft, the grip of her fist at its base. She flopped back on the pillows and looked at me expectantly.

Itskedand shook my head. “You want my cock, you’ll come here and fuck it for yourself.”

Her glare made blood rush down to the member in question. And when Nikki bit her lip before arranging herself on her hands and knees before me, I bit back a groan. She held her panties aside and positioned me at her entrance, then backed herself onto my shaft in a slow, torturous movement.

“Good,” I said. “Keep going.”

“You’re such an asshole, Rome.”

My palm cracked against her ass cheek. She bucked, then slammed backward. We both groaned. Her head fell down between her shoulders as her fists curled against the pillows, and I almost gave in. It was the sight of her bare spine, the dark lace of her undergarments, the sight of my red, swollen cock inside the woman I’d been craving for weeks.

But with a whine, Nikki began to rock herself against me, and I let out a long sigh. “Work yourself over my cock,” I told her, unable to tear my gaze away from her sensuous movements. She picked up the pace, her movements almost jagged, a frustrated moan slipping through her clenched teeth.

“Rome,” she complained.

“Yes, baby?”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

She slammed back into me, and it took all my self-control not to meet her thrust for thrust. But this was a woman who needed to be cracked open. She didn’t just give herself up to anyone. The fact that she made those rules for us—that she thought she could keep herself from giving herself to me fully—made me want to take her to the edge and keep her there.

So I guessed she was right. I was an asshole.

“Fuck me,” she whined, backing herself onto my cock as hard as she could.

I hummed, then gripped her underwear and tugged it aside so I could get a better view. She moaned at the touch of my fingertips against her skin, her fists clenching into the pillows, so I met her next thrust with a hard one of my own.

Her answering moan nearly undid me. I held onto her by her underwear and gave her what she wanted, tugging her into my thrusts with my grip on that scrap of fabric. The unintelligible moans that slipped from her lips made my own curl into a smile. I ran my hands over her body and lost myself in the feel of her. The wetness. The tightness. The heat.

She was so perfect, it made my head spin.

Not wanting the moment to end, I pulled out of her and fit myself between the globes of her ass. When I heard her sharp inhalation, my gaze sharpened. I held her ass, guiding my cock in her cleft as her shoulders and chest fell onto the bed.

I’d never seen anything so good in my life.

“Do you want my cock in your ass?” I asked, and my voice was so dark I barely recognized it.

“I—I’ve never…” She turned her head to the side, and I could see her eyes were closed, her mouth open.

I smoothed my hands over her ass and waist, feeling the tremors that ran through her body. I pulled my hips away from her and looked down. The most violent wave of possession I’d ever felt took me over. This woman was mine, now and forever. She’d give herself to me completely. Maybe not tonight. Maybe not soon. But I’d die before I let her go.

I couldn’t resist the urge to slide my finger in her wet opening, feeling the grip of her inner muscles around me. I angled my cock at her opening and eased myself inside as my hands spread her ass wide. Her skin glistened from where my cock had been, and I brought my index finger to her rear hole, the digit coated in her juices. She grunted and backed into me when I slipped it past the first tight ring. Her skin held a sheen of sweat, her hair plastered to her temples.

“You’re going to come on my cock,” I told her as I picked up the pace, “and you’re going to scream my name while you do it.”

“Yes,” she moaned.

“And I’m going to keep this finger in your ass so you know how it feels to come with it there.”

“Yes,” was the desperate reply that came once more.

“When you’re ready, princess, I’m going to take you here. Not tonight. Not until you’re begging me for it.”

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