Page 390 of Savage Bosses

And just when she felt she could take no more, he licked her one final time, then moved up her body to claim a different set of lips in a passionate kiss. His hardness pressed against her. Tatianna wrapped her legs around his waist, hungry for that dick. It had been a week, one long ass week, since he’d been buried inside of her. She didn’t want to wait another second.

“Fuck me,” she moaned.

His sexy-ass groan was his only response. His hand slid between their bodies. She felt his tip at her entrance. He slid his cock between her wet folds, soaking his length in her essence. She gasped when he shoved into her, going deep. And then he was fucking her, pushing her closer to the edge with every thrust.

Wrapping his arms around her, he held her close as he drilled her body, fucking her like he was a man starved for the warmth only she could provide. Her body moved with his, her breathing becoming more and more ragged as their pleasure built.

“I missed you so fucking much,” he growled in her ear as he pounded her body. “I can’t stay away from you that long again. Never that long again.”

She wanted to respond, but that would require air and the ability to talk. Right now, she could only stretch her arms around his broad shoulders and hold on as he took her to places only he could take her. As her only lover, he was the only one she’d ever explored those places with.

She hoped to keep it that way for the rest of her life. She didn’t need anyone else. She had Bryceson Cattaneo, the man of her dreams. And he fucked her so well. Why would she ever desire another lover? Her walls clenched him, hugging him tightly, never wanting to let him go. Yes, her pussy missed him just as much as the rest of her did.

Her pussy was crying tears of joy as he thrust deep into her, repeatedly hitting that spot that made her toes curl. She tried to hold out. She really did. She wanted this to last longer. She wanted to take her time savoring every second of her man’s return. But his thick cock had other plans for her. Bryce gripped her throat, encasing it in his large hand, and turned her head to the side.

Voice deep, he whispered in her ear, “This dick missed you, babe. Cream on this dick, let it know you missed it too.”

That was all it took to push her over the edge and have her crying out. He thrust faster and faster, harder and harder, until she was screaming with pleasure, her orgasm crashing over her like waves against the gulf shores. He followed soon after, his body shaking as he found his release.

“I love you, Tatianna,” he groaned, body jerking as he thrust into her, caught up in the bliss they’d been waiting a week to experience. “I’ll never stop loving you.”

She swallowed back tears. Closing her eyes, she let the pleasure take over. Their bodies writhed together, and he continued thrusting into her slick heat until he’d given her every drop of his essence. And she welcomed it all, taking it like a champ as he filled her up. For round two, she wanted it in her mouth, on her face, on her chest, everywhere.

It was a long time before they floated down from Cloud Nine. They lay in a tangled heap afterward, limbs entwined, her head resting on his chest. He ran his fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead tenderly. She looked up at him and smiled. This man was everything to her. And every day, he showed her that she was everything to him.

Sure, their families wanted them to be together. But that wasn’t the reason she was with him. She loved Bryceson Cattaneo. She loved the man behind the name. She loved the boy who used to come to her house when his dad had meetings with what he’d at the time called, the big scary men.

Now, he was one of those big scary men… to some. To her, he was just Bryceson. The man with the adorable smile, hot body, big dick which he wielded perfectly, and a heart of gold. To her, he was the world. She knew he saw her as his guiding light, his moral compass.

And if that was what he needed her to be to keep him from going too far and becoming no different than their fathers, then she’d cherish that title and guard it well. She’d guard him well because that was what you did for the person you loved. Tatianna swallowed back tears as she stared at him.

They’d just experienced something so beautiful and powerful, and nothing could come close to the connection they shared. Yet, she found herself wondering what he’d done on his mission for his father. Why had it taken a week for him to complete the task? Had he been hurt and just didn’t want her to know? Did he need to talk about it? Probably not. He’d never liked talking about those things. And she respected his wishes.

When he wanted to share them, he would. She’d wait. They had all the time in the world. He must’ve felt her watching him. He opened his eyes. She quickly blinked back tears, not wanting to burden him with her concerns. He smiled, gifting her with that boyish grin that always made her heart flutter.

“You do this every time I come home,” he whispered. “You stare at me like you think I’m going to disappear.”

“Please don’t disappear,” she whispered, voice cracking.

That boyish grin faded. “I won’t, love. I promise.”

“I’m writing that promise in my heart,” she told him, wiping her eyes. “So, you better keep it.”

“I will, babe. Now, it’s your turn to make me a promise.”

“What promise?” He hesitated, forcing her to repeat her question. “What promise, Bryceson?”

His fingers lazily drifted over her back as he spoke.

“Promise me no matter what happens in the future, no matter what I do, you’ll always remember how much I care for you,” he whispered. “Promise me that you’ll always remember how deeply I love you. I love you so much that the thought of you consumes me.”

Something was wrong. She sat up so she could see him better.

Staring down at Bryceson, she asked, “What happened while you were away?”

“Nothing, love,” he said with a smile. “Nothing happened.”

Tatianna pulled away slightly, searching his eyes for anything that would suggest he wasn’t being entirely honest with her. But all she saw was a vulnerability that tugged at the strings of her heart.

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