Page 100 of Rich and Bossy

I’m dangerously close to blowing already, so I slide out of her, then roll onto my back. I grip her sides with both hands and lift her up, so she’s straddled over me.

“I’m yours too, Hazel. Do what you want to me.” I look her right in the eyes when I say it.

It feels weird, giving up control like this. I don’t know how long it’ll last, but I want her to know I’ll do anything for her. I don’t give a shit.

She grins a devilish little grin, then slides down on me, and holy hell, it’s so hot, lying on my back, watching her ride me. I glance down to where we’re connected, and watch her go up and down on my dick. Then I glance up, and watch her tits bounce lightly, then push together when she repositions her arms.

Her body is a damn work of art, but it’s her face that captivates me the most. Watching her bite her lip, watching her eyelashes flutter while she rides me.

I reach out and circle her clit with my thumb, my other hand gripping her ass, but not guiding her at all. Everything she’s doing is her choice.

“I’m so close, Paxton.”

Good. Because I’m about to blow any second. I don’t know how much longer I can last with her sliding up and down on me like this.

“Do it then. Come for me.”

I reach back with my other hand, now gripping her ass with both hands as she leans forward. Her tits dangle down in front of my face, and I bite at them as she grinds and rolls her hips back and forth on me.

Her pants grow louder, along with her moans. “Oh God, that’s perfect. Right there.”

She keeps doing it, and I spread her ass open, then work my middle finger down between her cheeks.

She jolts a little but keeps riding me harder.

“So. Close. Pax.” My name fades on her sentence, and I know she’s just seconds away.

I press my finger up against her asshole, just hard enough to apply a little pressure, then I thrust up into her a little more.

She starts to tremble, thighs shaking against my sides.

“Oh God, Pax.” Her eyes roll back a little.

I bury myself as far inside her as possible to ride out the orgasm, and I can feel it building in my balls. Everything, all our stress, ready to be released.

“Hazel, fuck…” I groan as she clamps down on me, and I take one of my hands and grip the side of her hip, making sure she stays upright and doesn’t fall over during her orgasm.

And at the same time, I blow, deep inside her. It feels like it never ends, and I never want it to.

I know she’s on the pill, but part of me hopes it doesn’t work. I hope she gets pregnant. That’s how insane I am right now. I want her for the rest of my life and I don’t give a shit if I have to burn down the whole world to have it. I want her to have my baby. I want a life with her.

It’s impractical. It doesn’t make any sense, but I would do it. I’d do anything for her.

Once she’s done, a giant breath comes through her lips, like she was holding it in the whole time. I’m pretty sure I do the same as I feel my load spilling out around the base of my dick and all over me.

I hold her up with both hands, and she’s completely limp in my arms.

I don’t want to ever be anywhere else. I want to stay buried inside her at all times. I hold her up until I’m sure she’s fully conscious again.

It’s not lost on me that it was our pretty usual sex, but it felt like more than that. It was slower, more deliberate, like we weren’t just fucking, weren’t just chasing a release for both of us.

She leans down, pressing those perfect tits against my chest, her face inches from mine.

She’s still trying to catch her breath but appears to be all there once more. I’m not sure about myself.

Finally, her forehead drops down against mine. “Paxton.” She drops a soft kiss against my lips and then pulls back, grinning even more than I’ve ever seen her grin. “We’re out of control.”

I can’t argue with that.

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