Page 81 of Secret Marriage To My Bosshole

Cora nods and smiles as she leans back, looking content. “I’m looking forward to living with you again.”

“Well, you better. And hey, we never did get to fuck on the porch like you wanted; maybe we should take the champagne and celebrate properly.”

Cora laughs, a blush creeping down her cheeks. “You were the one who threatened it first,” she says.

“You were definitely into it. Couldn’t keep your hands off me,” I tease.

Cora rolls her eyes playfully. “Sure, keep dreaming.”

“We’ve got an hour before everyone arrives for the barbecue.” I park the car in the driveway and hop out, leaning back toward the open door to look at her. “You coming to celebrate with me?”

“I’m coming.” Cora nods eagerly, hurrying inside.

I follow her, kicking off my shoes as the door closes behind us. She turns around to face me, kicking off her shoes and pulling her shirt over her head.

My cock springs to life as she hooks her fingers in the sides of her shorts, pulling them down her toned legs.

She stands in a lilac lingerie set, intricate lace showing off her rosy nipples.

Her hand lands on her hip as she cocks it to the side. “Like what you see?”

“Fuck yes.” I shed my jeans, leaving me in my boxers.

Cora’s gaze roams up and down my body, her tongue flicking out to lick her bottom lip. “We only have an hour. We need to hurry up.”

I stride over to her, sinking my hand in her hair and pulling her head back to look at me. “We don’t have time for your smart mouth right now either, but don’t worry. Once everyone is gone tonight, I’ll have all the time in the world to deal with it.”

Cora smirks, but her thighs are pressed together.

I give her hair another tug before letting her go and spinning her around, forcing her to head to the bedroom.

“Bed. Now. I want you on the sheets with your legs spread by the time I get in there.”

Cora looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes bright. “Yes, sir.”

She strides to the bedroom, her hips swaying as I lean against the wall and watch her go.

I wait for a minute before following her, entering the bedroom to find her naked on the bed, her fingers swirling around her clit.

Groaning, I drop to my knees at the foot of the bed and grab her ankles, pulling her closer to me.

She gasps as I slide my tongue up her wet pussy, savoring the taste of her arousal.

My cock aches as I circle my tongue around her clit.

Cora gasps, fisting the sheets as her back arches off the bed.

I suck on her clit, two fingers pressing into her soaking wet pussy. She tastes incredible, just the way I remembered.

She moans and rolls her hips in time with the thrusts.

“Fuck, yes, don’t stop.” Her voice is breathy as her pussy clamps down around me.

My fingers plunge into her faster, massaging her inner walls until she is pulsing around me.

Just before she comes, I pull my fingers out and yank my boxers down, my cock bobbing against my lower stomach.

Cora props herself up on her forearms and moves up the bed, giving me enough space to kneel between her legs.

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