Page 62 of A Bossy Proposal

My pussy convulses around his cock as he continues to pound into me. He doesn’t slow down, but instead he increases the pace of his thrusts.

“Oh Fuck! That’s it, Princess. Your pussy is so fucking tight, it’s like you’re trying to milk me.”

Oh. My. God.

This man is a beast.

He leans down; his breath is hot against my neck.

“You’re mine,” he growls. The possessive nature of his words makes my entire body shiver. My hips move in sync with his as I meet each of his powerful strokes with equal intensity.

I’m already over the edge when, without warning, he drags me off the dresser and I wrap my legs around his waist.

He rushes to the bed where he pulls outs, spins me around until I’m on my knees on the mattress, and plunges into me again.

Over and over, he fucks me. Until without warning, he pulls out and spanks me hard on the ass.

The sting is unexpected, but it only serves to heighten my arousal even further.

He spanks me again and again. Each slap is so hard it must be leaving a bright red mark on my skin, but strangely, I love it.

“Don’t stop,” I cry out.

He thrusts back into me with renewed vigor. His movements are wild and frenzied as I near another climax.

He holds my chin, turns me to face him, plunging his tongue into my mouth, taking away my moans. And then he wraps one arm around my waist and rests the other hand by my side on the bed.

He is relentless—his chest is on my back, fucking me harder, faster.

“Come for me again, Princess,” he whispers in my ear.

“I don’t think I can come again.” I glance at him, my heart pounding in my chest. I’m not sure if I can come again so soon, but the look in his eyes tells me he won’t let me off that easily.

“You will,” he growls, his voice low and husky. “And you’ll scream my name again.”

His possessive tone sends shivers zipping down my spine.

I can’t believe this is happening. I’m fucking my boss. Only the sound of our skin slapping tells me this is real and not my imagination.

His thrusts become harder, faster, stronger…

“Tell me how much you want it,” he grunts against my neck. His teeth grazing over my skin as he does so. “Tell me how much you love my cock inside of you.”

My stomach roils as another orgasm builds inside of me. It’s growing stronger with each slam of his cock deep inside me.

“Tell me,” he growls.

My breath catches in my throat as I moan softly. “I want it so much,” I whisper back, my hands gripping onto the sheet asI push back, trying to get closer to him. “I need your cock deep inside me.”

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice low. “Tell me how much you want my cum deep inside you. Tell me how much you want to be a good girl for me.”

I've never had cum inside me ever before, but his words are a spark that ignites a wildfire inside of me. “So much. Fill me up.”

My body convulses as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had builds inside me, and I know I’m about to explode.

He grunts behind me.

“West!” My breath is ragged as I cry out his name at the top of my lungs once again.

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