Page 83 of Boss's Baby Surprise

She gasped and arched up to me. Her breasts were so round and soft. I lost myself, pressing into her while pulling and tugging on the nipple in my mouth.

Clarissa weaved her fingers through my hair, clutching me to her. Her legs slid against mine, and she wrapped those amazing thighs around my hips.

The warmth of her core teased my cock. I was hard and aching to be inside her.

“Kyle, please.”

There was something about her begging that undid me. I wanted to take my time with her, but I was as desperate as she was.

I plunged into her wet pussy. I stopped breathing. Her body was everything. She was home, she was love, she was magic. I found my breath again as my hips pulled back before sliding back into her.

She let out a whimper. She grabbed onto me harder.

I sucked her further into my mouth and kneaded her other breast with increased vigor. She was mine, and this was the most intense need I had ever felt for her. Every time with her was better than the time before.

Her inner walls clenched and released in a perfect dance that drove me to a frenzied pace. She matched me thrust for thrust, drawing me ever deeper into her body, into her being.

The sounds she made let me know she was close to her orgasm moments before her body told me. She didn’t know what to holdonto. She grabbed my hair, my arms, and she pounded her fists against the bed. Her inner walls began bouncing off my cock without rhythm or rhyme.

I growled with great joy as she lost it. Her head fell back, and she struggled to gasp for air as the orgasm rolled over her.

“Don’t… don’t stop,” she begged.

It was hard. I didn’t want to stop, but her body was literally sucking my own orgasm out of me. I wasn’t going to have any muscle control in a matter of seconds.

This was for her as much as it was for me, maybe even more so. She deserved all the good feelings, all the orgasms first. I fought to maintain control of my body. She let out a keening whine as something intense tightened all of her muscles. I was no longer in control as my body spilled into her. I felt as if my entire body was turning to liquid before I was back in my own skin.

I fell to the side, pulling her into my arms and holding her tightly.

“I love you,” she said between panting breaths.

“I love you. I have missed what you do to me,” I confessed.

Morning light woke me. I eased out of bed, letting Clarissa sleep. I got dressed and went to kiss her and let her know I was leaving.

She grabbed my hand. “You don’t have to go.”

I glanced over my shoulder in the direction of Leo’s room.

“I don’t think he’ll make anything of it as long as we treat it as being normal,” she said. “He’ll be happy to see you. Stay at least through breakfast.”

“If I’m staying for breakfast, then I will make pancakes for everyone.”

With a stretch that did amazing things to her breasts, Clarissa asked, “You make pancakes?”

“And I’m very good at it,” I confessed. I could not help myself, I leaned in and palmed one of her perfect breasts while I kissed her thoroughly.

I was in the kitchen working on breakfast with bacon sizzling on the stove and ladling pancake batter onto an electric skillet when Leo discovered I was still there. He came running into the kitchen and wrapped himself around my legs.

“Careful there, kiddo,” I said. “I’m cooking.”

“You sound just like Mommy,” he said. “She says that when she’s cooking and doesn’t want me to get hurt.”

“That is exactly right,” I said.

“Are you making pancakes? I love pancakes,” he said.

“Me too,” I agreed. “Is your mommy up?”

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