Page 5 of Bossy Bred

It’s almost an overload of pleasure. I can’t stop the orgasm that comes barreling through me. My tongue feels tied but I somehow manage to choke out that I’m about to come, and then I’m bucking against his mouth, moaning loudly as I come.

He slides his fingers out of me and I whimper at the loss. His hands move to impatiently tug my dress up over my head, mussing my hair in the process.

I watch as he rises up to his full height and undresses the rest of the way. His fingers glide over the pearlescent buttons on his shirt, slipping each one out of its slit and slowly unveiling a broad, sculpted chest worthy of being on a huge billboard somewhere. I’m mesmerized as I watch him shrug out of his shirt and then undo his belt.

And then he’s standing before me completely naked, like a sculpture come to life: all hard abs and muscular thighs and a big, thick, smooth cock.

I’m fully absorbed in his gorgeous body as he tears open a square packet and deftly rolls a condom on. Then he joins meon the bed, lowering himself over me, the masculine scent of his cologne intoxicating me. His hips push my thighs wide, pinning them open.

His skin is hot against mine, his muscles taut. He reaches between us and drags the head of his cock over my slit before pushing the heavy tip against me. I suck in a sharp breath as I feel him start to penetrate me, the immensity of his cock overwhelming.

“Touch yourself, Leta,” he murmurs. “Rub that pretty clit for me.”

I let out a breath and slide a hand between us to touch myself. He pushes in a little more, stretching me wide. Then more. And more. Gasping, I rub myself harder, in disbelief at how full I feel.

“Atta girl.” Jake’s voice comes out hoarse. His biceps strain as he steadies himself. He pulls partway out of me and then pushes back in. “You’re doing so well, taking your first cock.”

I’m too speechless to respond. I bury my face against his corded neck and he starts fucking me with faster thrusts, pushing in deeper each time. His groans are so hot.

Stroke by stroke, he stretches me, gets me used to his big size. Soon we’re both panting for air, our bodies moving in a new rhythm together. I have no idea what I’m doing, but somehow with him it all feels natural, instinctive.

“Come, Leta.”

I whimper an unintelligible reply against his hot skin.

“That’s it,” he growls. “You’re so close, aren’t you? You can do it, honey. Come all over my cock while I fuck you. Let me feel it.”

I cry out as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over me. My whole body shakes as I come, my pussy pulsing hard around his cock. My hot stranger curses under his breath as he punches his hips forward, driving extra deep. I feel him throb inside me and an aftershock of an orgasm rushes through me.

For several seconds, I’m fully lost in the exquisiteness of our shared bliss.

With a satisfied exhale, Jake rolls off me, sinking into the marshmallow-soft duvet beside me. But he only rests for a moment before pulling himself up and walking into the bathroom. The sight of his fine-as-hell naked ass makes me blush. I listen as he drops the condom into the trash bin and washes his hands. When he walks out, he nonchalantly picks up a folder from the table and starts flipping through it.

“You want something to eat?” he asks.

I roll onto my side, propping my head up with my hand. “I wouldn’t say no to a burger and fries.”

“I’ll get you a shake, too. They’re good here.”

Does he know that because this is his go-to spot for one-night stands? I shake the thought away, reminding myself that it doesn’t matter what the answer is. “Sounds delicious.”

After he orders us room service, he turns to look at me and a half-smile spreads across his face.

“Well?” he asks, slowly walking over to the bed. “What’s your verdict about sex, now that you’ve done it?”

I shrug. “Eh. It was all right, I guess.”

He breathes out a laugh. “Funny girl. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Nope. I’m good.” I push myself up and scoot to the edge of the bed, smiling at him. “Was I okay?”

“You were more than okay.” He rubs a thumb over my bottom lip. “I’m glad you decided to stay.”

It’s hard to ignore the fact that he’s hard again. “I can see how glad you are.” Curiosity and desire compels me to reach out and wrap my hand around his cock. I move my hand up and down in a tentative slow stroke, then look up at him. “Am I doing this right?”

He wraps a hand over mine and shows me how he likes it. When he drops his hand, I keep the motion going, and he lets out a satisfied grunt.

“Faster,” he guides me. “That’s it. Just like that.”

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