Page 64 of Beauty and the Boss Man

My head falls back against him as he starts to prove my point. Each of his large hands finds one of my breasts. His fingers are rough yet somehow soft at the same time as they tweak and tease my nipples. Sensations fire off, leading straight to my clit. It pulses between my legs, begging for contact.

As if he can read my mind, Aiden moves one of his hands downward. It slides along the slick skin straight to where I need it most.

I reach back, grabbing whatever my hands can reach as he rubs my clit in small circles. When he pulls the hood back and starts playing with the most sensitive part, my legs about collapse underneath me.

Aiden leans in to whisper, “Let’s move this to the bed, baby.”

I frantically nod, and we both get out and dry off at lightning speed.

Aiden’s the first one to the bed, so I decide to do a little teasing of my own.

I cross the room with my towel still wrapped around me. He’s lying on the bed, his cock standing straight up. He strokes it a few times as I let my towel fall to the floor.

Why is that so sexy?

I get on the bed and crawl toward him. Instead of immediately climbing on his dick and bouncing on it like a pogo stick, I settle between his legs and take a firm grasp on his member.

I mimic what he did, stroking up and down, trying to do it the way he likes it. My small hand barely fits around the girth.

Without waiting too long, I angle it toward my mouth. My tongue flicks out as I lick all around the purple head.

Aiden grabs a pillow and props it behind his head to get a better view of what I’m doing. He groans as I close my mouth around him and take him as far down my throat as I can go—which honestly isn’t too far.

Coke can, remember?

But I try my best, and Aiden certainly isn’t complaining. No, he’s muttering something incoherent while he runs his fingers through my hair.

Every once in a while I catch the words, “Fuck, baby,” so I assume he’s enjoying himself.

I keep going, changing up my speed and switching between licks and sucks—There’s something about making Aiden lose his mind with pleasure that is a massive turn-on for me.

Just when I think he’s about to blow in my mouth, he pulls me off of him.

“Give me some of that pussy, baby,” he growls.

Good lord, his dirty talk is making me come undone before he’s even inside me.

I straddle him and slowly sink onto his thickness. Once he’s inside, I lean forward, slowly moving him in and out of me. Aiden grabs my face and kisses me as I continue to move.

It feels good, but I’m not finding the friction I need to put me over the edge.

“Let me see you, Romy,” Aiden says, gently pushing on my shoulders, so I lean back on my knees. “Do what makes you feel good, baby.”

I start grinding against him as I move, which gives my clit precisely what it needs. Typically, in this position, I would feel self-conscious. I’d worry about if my boobs look saggy or if my stomach is jiggling too much, but right now, I don’t feel the least bit judgmental about myself.

Instead, I feel sexy—like a fucking goddess. That’s what Aiden does to me. He gives me the confidence that I never knew I could have. I feel more beautiful than I ever have before—even back in my skinnier days.

My hands brace against his chest as I ride him. Now, I feel my orgasm starting to build. Every movement moves me closer to the release my body craves.

When Aiden’s hands move to my breasts to play with my nipples, I lose all control. My steady, measured movements have turned into wild and crazy ones. I feel like I’m riding one of those mechanical bulls as I struggle to stay on while I’m coming.

I feel him tense and hear him let out a groan as he finishes too.

I collapse into a heap on top of him as he gently strokes my hair.

“Well, that was fun,” I say breathlessly. “Time to go back to bed?”

Aiden kisses the top of my head. “Oh no, beautiful. I have big plans for us today.”

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