Page 48 of The Boss

Filling me.

Fucking me.

His tongue was driven inside, but I tried to take control, sucking on it while I stretched and wiggled my hands. There was no getting out of the bindings. He could do what he wanted to me when he wanted.

And I couldn’t stop him.

Not that I wanted to.

When he broke the kiss, he was as breathless as I was.

“No, this is.”

“Be careful what you’re wishing for,” he growled, his words sending a shiver down my spine. I twisted in my bindings, but the knot was too tight. I’d never been tied up before and for a few seconds, I was terrified, but I trusted him more than I had anyone but my parents.

I had a feeling nothing I would say could stop his actions. Or his need.

I almost didn’t recognize his voice from the huskiness, the lust dripping from every word. Every emotion raged through me, but mostly, a kind of longing I’d never felt before.

“Fuck me,” I blurted out.

“What did you say?”

“I said. Fuck. Me. Now.”

He ran his fingers down my side, taking several deep breaths. I closed my eyes and his growl indicated he wasn’t happy. “Lookat me, Willow. Don’t take those pretty eyes off me. I want you to see what I’m doing to you.”

“Yes, sir.” I don’t know why I called him sir other than his demanding ways.

I loved the deep command, his tone washing over me like smooth velvet. When I’d complied, he flicked his finger back and forth across my nipple then pinched it again.

“Oh,” I whimpered, bending my arms at the elbows, weak in the knees. He was teasing me to the point I wasn’t certain how long I could take it. When he finally rubbed his finger down my stomach, I opened my legs wide without being asked.

Yet he still placed his knee between them, ensuring I was as open as possible.

For him.

For his thick cock.

Every part of me ached to have him inside, driving me to another place of nirvana. There was no denying the man or his needs. Another pinch of my nipple brought a delicious wave of pain. I pressed my head against the wall as I moaned. I was still fighting my bindings, but knew in my heart I didn’t want to escape his tight hold.

It wouldn’t have mattered. He toyed with my pussy, rubbing two fingers up and down my slickened folds. As soon as his face darkened, I braced myself for what was to come.

The man didn’t disappoint me, driving the entire length of his cock inside.

“Oh.” The single sound was followed by a hard fluttering of my stomach, a pounding of my heart.

“So tight. My God, you’re so wet for me.”

“You make me that way.”

He narrowed his eyes, his breathing as labored as mine. When he rolled onto the balls of his feet, pushing me further up the wall, he planted both hands on either side of me. “Keep your hands over your head.”

There was no denying the man, no desire to do so. I was lost in an incredible haze as he fucked me, my body meshing with his with every brutal stroke.

I was certain I would fall, but the weight of his body pressing against mine kept me aloft. As he started to fuck me even more savagely, I was lulled into a magnificent moment of bliss, vibrations dancing through me. He was as powerful as I’d known he’d be, rough in the right way as he fucked me, plunging in deep thrusts. The blissful lull was quickly surrendered to utter ecstasy as an orgasm began to build.

Panting, I struggled to obey his command. I longed to touch him, to wrap my lips around his thick cock.

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