Page 61 of Savage Bosses

She nodded. “Diaphragm.”

I planted my dick at the gates of paradise. Any other night fucking would be less sentimental, but tonight was different. She wasn’t like any other woman I’d been with. I got the sinking feeling that intimately capturing her pleasure, peering into her eyes as we climaxed would have a permanent effect.

My jaw clenched and unclenched as my crown breached her entrance and I watched, enthralled at our snug fit.

“More,” she begged.

Inch by inch, I gave her what she wanted, marveling at how exquisite we felt. This wasn’t just sex. It was something more.

Something unnamed.

Untapped.

A shiver ran along my spine to settle in my balls at the realization. But as I sank home and our eyes locked, it was too late to change our course. Too late for romance.

I withdrew.

Her hips tilted to meet my hungry thrusts, and I gripped her ass as I tunneled forward, over and over again.

It was far too late for candlelight dinners and flirtatious promises.

I buried myself so fucking deep that every spasm and contraction radiated from her to me with unmistakable clarity. Her cries filled my ears, spurring me on, taking me to the very edge of restraint.

It was too late for wooing and first dates. And do-over introductions.Wasn’t it?I didn’t give a fuck, because I wouldn’t have our first meeting any other way.

Her legs tightened around me. Her pelvis shifted, drawing and cocooning me in liquid fire as her pussy convulsed.

“Fuck!” I exploded, painting her walls with my cum.

CHAPTER 4

Zoerina

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ur hands linked above my head, my fingers clutched his. My breathing came in pants of air as I desperately caught my breath from the most freeing orgasm I’d ever experienced.

Hiding my satisfaction was impossible and I didn’t dare look in Dax’s direction. I was too afraid that even from his seat across the room, he saw the raw lust in my eyes. Saw it in my limp legs, sprawled wide for my lover’s ravishing.

I bit back my rising panic. I wanted this explosion of chemistry with Dax. Not with a stranger. Except, my body gravitated to this man as if I’d waited for him all my life.

Nonsense.

He meant nothing to me, no more than one night. The hum along my sweat licked skin would subside and so would my memory of him and what we had just experienced.

My happily ever after depended on me forgetting.

I shuddered and gasped as my raven haired lover kissed my breasts and I trembled in his hold. He swirled his tongue along the undercarriage I didn’t know was sensitive, and I closed my eyes, giving myself over to our dwindling play.

I was wrong about kissing. I thought not kissing this man would put a wall between us. An invisible wall meant to keep us, me detached. Except, I was no expert at keeping my emotions in check. Dax was the second man I’d given myself to and until tonight, I thought I had given him the best parts of my heart.

“You’re drifting again, fatenah.” He enveloped my nipple into his hot mouth and I arched off the bed, driving my hips against his spent cock.

I was soaked in his cum. I felt his creamy load running between my buttocks, but he was in no hurry to detach us. Instead, he was content lavishing attention on every inch of my skin he could reach.

“You’re sweet and salty.”

I flushed with embarrassment and shifted to get up, but he raised one knee to open my legs wide, pinning me firmly in place. “I should find a washroom.”

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