Page 100 of Never Bargain with the Boss

When our lips meet, I feel Riley sigh into me, like she’s finally trusting me enough to fully relax into what we could be. I hate that I hurt her, and I will press promises into every inch of her body, each one a vow that she will never have reason to doubt my love for her again. I will work to be worthy of her every day for the rest of my life, to make her feel safe and secure in me, to know that she has a home in my arms and that she lives in my heart.

I cup her jaw, letting the tips of my fingers tease into her hair, and claim her mouth more fully. I press kisses over to her ear and tease the lobe with my teeth, then work my way down her neck. When my progress is halted by her nightgown, I reach down and gather the fabric into my hands. I meet her eyes for a moment, see her lips tilt up at the corners, then pull it over her head, leaving her in her panties.

She is so fucking gorgeous. Even without all the adornments that I enjoy so much—her jewelry, the occasional glasses, thecolorful hair—just her alone, in nothing but her skin, is beauty personified. With how she’s sitting, her hips seem whiplash worthy and her waist begs for my hands, but it’s her tits that call to me, the nipples already pearled up and hard, inviting my touch. I let my finger drift down her sternum, feeling her arch for more.

I take both nipples at the same time, one with my mouth and the other with my hand, and feel Riley’s arms wrap around me, holding me to her. But I’m not going anywhere, and neither is she. Never again.

I switch sides, licking a circle around her other nipple and then sucking it hard and deep into my mouth. Her entire breast is so small, I could probably engulf the whole thing at once and with that in mind, I suck her even harder. I nip at the sensitive tips of her breasts, wanting them to remember I was here with an achy, pleasurable pain, and then I push her back on the bed.

This bed she’s cried in, I will fill with bliss. I will make her come so many times that she only has those memories of this place. I keep my eyes on her, watching as she wiggles out of her panties while I take my jacket and then my shirt off. I push off my shoes and socks but leave my slacks in place. I need that barrier or I’m going to simply bury myself in her.

We’ll get to that, but I have penance to pay. Not that she demands it, but I want to give it.

I lay over her, our chests pressed together, and her silky soft skin on mine feels like heaven. I resume my previous plan of kissing every inch of her body, starting by pressing my lips to her fingertips, one by one. Up her hand, to the tripping pulse at her wrist, and then the inside of her elbow where she giggles, ever so slightly ticklish there. I pin her hands to the bed, silently commanding her to let me apologize this way. She doesn’t fight me at all, grabbing the sheets in her fists and holding herself in place too.

Another kiss on the outside of her shoulder, in the hollow of her collarbone, and the center of her sternum, and then I lay my cheek to her chest, listening to her heartbeat. The thud sounds like life. Hers. Mine. Ours.

More kisses across her ribs and down her side, to her hip. I press my lips to her mound, well above her clit, and she hollows her stomach, tilting her hips toward my mouth for more like the greedy girl I know she can be. That I want her to be, but only for me.

Always, forever, only for me.

I push her legs apart with my shoulders, opening her pretty pussy to my gaze. A surge of masculine pride sweeps through me, knowing that all the wetness visible at her core is for me. Every cell in my body wants her sweetness, but I punish us both by denying the taste I desperately want. Instead, I lick and kiss and nibble my way up one trembling thigh and then the other until she’s squirming, her hands starting to fight my hold.

“Do you forgive me?” I murmur against her skin, licking the sensitive seam where her thigh meets her body.

A shudder goes through her and she moans, “Uh-huh.”

“Do you understand how much I love you?” I lick the same line on the other side.

“Uh-huh.”

She’s starting to writhe in my grip, and more than her losing control, which I would welcome and relish, I fear I’m about to break through every restraint I have on myself. “Look at me.”

I’m between her thighs, her legs over my shoulders and my hands holding hers to the bed while I give orders. By all appearances, I am the one in a power position here. But she is absolutely in charge. Especially when she lifts her head from the bed and looks down her body at me.

“I love you, Riley.” And with our eyes still locked, I lick through her wet entrance with the flat of my tongue. She tries towatch, I can tell she does, but the overwhelming pleasure has her eyes rolling back and her head flopping to the bed.

She groans my name, long and low in her chest, and it’s answer enough for whether she believes me… trusts me… loves me too.

Finally, I have my favorite taste—Riley’s pussy—on my tongue again. I devour her, burying my nose against her mound and rubbing my mouth across her whole center. I want to be coated in her cream, marked by her arousal, and claimed as hers. I work her hard, taking her to the edge and then backing off, over and over, until she’s pleading with me to please let her come.

With a growl, I renew my efforts once again, sucking her clit into my mouth and battering my tongue over the sensitive nub to take her to the highest high. “Do it. Come all over me so I can drink you down,” I rumble against her, not willing to let there be any space between us for something as unimportant as words.

Her breath hitches, and I can feel her whole body on the precipice of shattering. I hold back my triumphant grin in favor of sucking her even harder. And I’m rewarded when she shatters. Her body spasms, waves racking through her one after another, and her thighs clamp onto either side of my head, muffling the outside world until my only thought is of her. I let her ride it out, and only when I feel the tremors start to slow do I release her hands.

It’s not to pull my cock out, though. It’s to slide two fingers into her still pulsating pussy. I push on her belly, down low, and pet the spot inside her that she loves. She thrashes against me, whining, “Too much, too soon.”

I don’t stop because even as she says it, her body is chasing me for more, her pussy clamping onto my fingers to keep me inside her. “Go again for me. I want you messy with cum so I can fuck you hard, baby. I need to fuck you hard.”

I wish I could say that I want to make love to her gently and sweetly. But I don’t. I want to imprint myself onto Riley’s soul as deep and rough as she can handle. It’s primitive, and probably wrong, but it’s what I want.

“Fuck, Cameron. Do it, please.”

Wrong or right, it’s what Riley wants too.

Still, I keep finger fucking her, and even though she’s covered in her arousal, I spit on her clit and use the saliva to slip my thumb over the nub too. That does it, and she finds heaven again. I do my best to ride it out for her, but I think she’s still quivering when I rip my slacks open and shove them down my thighs. To take them off, I’d have to stand up from the bed, and there’s no time for that. I need to be inside her right now.

I position myself at her entrance, and her eyes lift to mine. She blinks like she’s trying to clear her vision, and then I see her… my Riley. She’s in there, behind the haze of bliss, with her love shining back at me.

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