Page 41 of The Boss

He brushed the tips of his fingers down both arms and pulled away, allowing me to take pleasure in learning his body as he’d done with mine.

His cock was fully extended and I was surprised my mouth was watering. When I placed my hand on his chest, he shuddered audibly, a painful look crossing the shadow of his jaw. I allowed my fingers to slide down the length of his chest, my breath skipping the second I rolled the tip of my index finger across his sensitive slit.

“You should know better than to tease a man in need.” His voice was even gruffer than before, the huskiness showering over me with enough power I shuddered.

As soon as I wrapped my hand around his shaft, he tensed. He was huge, so large I wasn’t certain his cock would fit. It had been more than two years since I’d been with a man. The fire between us only increased as I stroked him, taking my time to enjoy every second possible.

I knew the man had no patience. He would take what he wanted without regard to anything or anyone. He was just that powerful, that possessive. He rubbed my back, stroking me almost as I was doing with him.

There were too many sensations that ignited a wave of emotions. There was no reason tears should form in my eyes at this moment, but they did. Maybe meant as a reminder this was so very wrong.

As expected, he was finished with waiting, shifting his arm behind my back so he could lower me to the comforter slowly. Once he had, he eased his legs between mine, taking his time while the moonlight on his face reflected his toxic need.

He leaned over, splaying my damp hair across both sides of the pillow. The gesture was sweet, something I never would have expected from a man like him. He took a few extra seconds spreading his fingers through my long locks, his expression almost serene. Maybe he’d made peace with this as well.

When he bent lower, his fully engorged cock pushing between my legs, I pressed one hand against his chest. Being able to knead his muscles was a sheer delight. He rolled his hand downmy side, gently lifting one leg, bending it at the knee. I pressed it against the bedding as he pushed the tip of his cock just inside.

There was a moment when I could tell it was almost like he was asking for my permission, another action that was totally unexpected.

“God help me, but I want you,” he said with a hint of reverence in his tone.

He placed his forearms on the bed on each side of me, lowering his head until our lips were almost touching. I rolled my hands down his sides, marveling in the feel of his hardness. He never blinked, never allowed his eyes to shift away from me for one second as he slowly pushed inside.

His deep, rich growl was an instant reward and I let out a long, heated breath.

There were a few seconds where my muscles struggled to accept his thickness, but the mild discomfort was quickly washed away into the most incredible roar of tingling sensations. Panting, I wrapped one leg around his, arching my back, hungering to feel all of him. My muscles stretched, screaming as he filled me completely. The ache was intense, powerful in a way that I couldn’t attach words to.

I raked my nails down his back, my pussy convulsing just like it had done before.

“So tight,” he muttered.

“Yes. I don’t care. Fuck me long and hard.”

He captured my mouth as he’d done before, the kiss much rougher. I was mired in the moment, feeling as if this was as close to heaven as I’d ever get. His tongue swept back and forthas I wrapped my other leg around him, squeezing my knee against his massive body.

Another wave of sensations jolted every muscle and tendon, pushing me into a sheer moment of bliss.

As he pulled almost all the way out, I grasped his hips, trying to lift mine. The hunger was too great, fulfilling the need the only thing that mattered.

Another series of stars floated in front of my eyes as the sweet betrayal of our bodies came to fruition. I clung to him, hooking my heels together as he lifted his hips once again, plunging even harder.

He drove in and out, finally breaking the kiss and rising onto his elbows. I clung to his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin. This was a perfect moment, something I would remember for years to come.

My breath turned to slow, soft gasps as he developed a rhythm, plunging in and out, pushing every beautiful boundary. I was driven into a lull, unable to focus as he trailed rough, hungry kisses down my jawline, rubbing his lips across to my ear. His whisper was harsh, a promise of things to come.

“I’m going to fuck you for hours, little dove. I hope you’re ready.”

“Yes. Yes…”

If only that could be the truth.

I shuddered in his hold, and every plunge became more brutal as his needs intensified, losing his ability to maintain control. As my muscles continued to stretch, I knew that without a shadow of a doubt I would never be able to free my mind of wanting him.He should be my forever, not just a man who’d awakened my senses.

There could be nothing like this feeling, the joy that kept me slightly unhinged.

Sin or no sin, I was captivated by the man and everything he made me feel.

Like a princess.

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