Page 52 of Starting Over with Her Billionaire Boss

“Your body is like an addiction,” he laughed under his breath. “It’s like the more I have you, the more I want you.” His free hand traced her flesh.

It was more than that—it was her, too. Her laugh. Her smile. Her warm personality—even the fiery side.

What did this mean for them? For work? Could he really work alongside her without wanting to explore her body? He had to. It had to work out. He could get a new personal assistant. Kinsley didn’t need to work; he could support her in every way she needed.

Kinsley let out a soft moan as Daegan brushed against her sensitive clit with his fingers, bringing him back to the moment. He gripped his cock, rubbing the head along her entrance to ease the way as much as he could. Almost instinctively, she eased back into him, the head of his cock pressing into her. Daegan closed his eyes tightly—listening to Kinsley’s satisfied moan—as his hands searched for her waist.

Daegan marveled at Kinsley’s insatiable desire for him, at the way her body craved his touch, his possession, even after he had stretched her twice in as many days. She had confessed to him during the flight, her voice soft and shy, that her tender pussy was sore, her sensitive clit still throbbing from their time in the barn. Yet here she was, bent over the staircase, pushing her perfect ass back against him as if she needed his hard cock buried inside her to survive.

He skimmed his hands reverently over her curves, gentling her, soothing her. The last thing Daegan wanted was to cause her any pain. No, he would take his time, go slow and easy, worship her body with his own. Even if that meant focusing solely on Kinsley’s pleasure. He could always get himself off later. Maybe he could call her tonight, after dinner.

Seeing her shake and shudder, feeling her pussy clench and flutter around his aching cock as she drowned in bliss, that wasa gift, a natural wonder as breathtaking as any force of nature. And who was Daegan to deny her?

Jaw clenched as he reined himself in, Daegan tightened his grip on Kinsley’s waist, fingers digging into her supple flesh. Slowly, carefully, he pushed forward, sinking into her welcoming pussy inch by tortuous inch. Groaning low in his throat, his heavy cock throbbed as he buried himself fully inside her, fighting the urge to let instinct take over, to pound into her willing body with mindless abandon until they both shattered.

Instead, Daegan forced himself to be still, to savor the way Kinsley fit him like she was made for him alone. Then, with a shaky exhale, he began to move. Barely rocking his hips, he worked them into a deep, gentle rhythm. Pulling out until just the broad head of his shaft remained inside her, he glided gradually back in, achingly deliberate and controlled. His legs shook, a testament to his control.

Each smooth thrust brought a new angle, a different sensation. The way her hungry pussy rippled around him as he withdrew, the delicious resistance and give as he surged forward again, was threatening his control.

“God, Kinsley,” Daegan rasped, fingertips skating up the elegant line of her spine to curl possessively around the nape of her neck. His next thrust was a little harder—a little deeper than he’d intended. It wrought a breathy moan from her kiss-swollen lips. “You feel incredible. So fucking perfect.”

He wished he could make this last, to draw out her pleasure until Kinsley was mindless with it. Until the only thing she knew, the only thing that existed, was his body loving hers. Until she could feel nothing but him, think of nothing but him. Until his name was the only word she remembered how to say.

Kinsley moaned again, more urgently this time. Pushing back to meet his increasingly powerful thrusts, her body begged him for more. Daegan slowed, keeping his focus on Kinsley’spleasure—on her sore, but hungry pussy that couldn’t help but devour him.

Kinsley could tellDaegan was holding back. He was being gentle, considerate, yet hitting a spot deep within her that made her feel dangerously close to the edge. With each thrust, the staircase creaked.

This position allowed Kinsley to feel more of Daegan than she had before. As he hit her cervix, she felt a fullness she couldn’t describe. Reminded they were limited on time, she reached down to rub her clit, edging herself closer to a quick orgasm as his cock begged her to come.

“I wish I had more time to please you.” His voice was commanding; if he could manipulate time itself to make it happen, he would.

She wanted to tell him to stay the night. Move in. They could do this every night and she wouldn’t complain. He could have her all the time.

She wanted this forever.

Kinsley felt her core get tighten with each thrust as she continued to rub her sensitive clit. “Daegan, I’m close,” she whined, keeping herself on the edge.

“Come for me, baby,” he grunted, fingers digging into her ass. His grip softened as her orgasm took hold, rippling through her. Her left arm trembled, threatening to give way beneath her. Luckily for her, Daegan noticed and pulled her up and away from the steps. It also tugged her back even deeper onto his cock.

He’d even called her baby again.

As the ripples continued to flow through her body, Daegan held her up, his free hand rubbing her ass. It took a minute or two for her strength to return as her breaths evened out.

“I tried to go easy on you,” he said, letting her go as she got her bearings. Her dress dropped back over her bottom as she stood. His slacks were still bunched around his ankles.

She glanced down at his cock. “You didn’t come.”

He smiled a devilish grin. “Well, I’m not trying to break you, Kins. Besides, we only have half an hour. I wanted to focus on you.”

Kinsley’s heart raced as she stood before Daegan, the air between them electric with passion and desire. This man selflessly had pleased her, but she wanted nothing more than to make sure he went home satisfied.

She hesitated, her hands resting on his thighs as she gathered her courage. But as she looked up at him, saw the heat in his eyes and the soft encouragement in his touch, her resolve solidified. She wanted to give him everything, just as he had given her.

Refusing to look away from him, Kinsley sank gracefully to her knees. Her fingertips skimmed over his muscular thighs, the heat of his skin warming her palms as coarse hair tickled her fingers. The faint scent of his cologne mingled with the musk of their shared passion, a heady combination that made her pulse race. She heard his sharp intake of breath, saw his eyes darken with need, and a thrill of power ran through her.

His cock was still standing at attention, begging for her. She removed the condom and watched as it bobbed before her, thick and hard and perfect. Her mouth watered. She looked up at Daegan, resting a hand on his leg which he quickly covered with his own—a comforting consent.

“If I lick it, it’s mine, right?” she teased with a small laugh.

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