Page 31 of Dear Grumpy Boss

My cheeks heat up. “Your…cock.”

“Later.” But there’s less pushing me away this time and more urgency in that one word. “Right now,” his fingers trace my pussy lips with a gentle reverence that goes straight to my heart, “I need to claim you so well that you don’t remember anyone who’s touched this pussy before. If you touch me, I’ll get distracted.”

“Zayn…” I lick my lips and clasp his cheek. He meets my eyes. “I’ve never…I mean…I’ve never done this before. Any of this.”

His brows tie into a scowl. But he doesn’t stop touching me. His fingers dip in and out of my slit, like he’s playing peekaboo. As if touching me is like breathing and he can’t just stop. “Mouse, what are you saying?”

“I’ve never wanted to do this with anyone.” Finally, the words come. Easily. “Except with you.”

“So this pussy is all mine?” he growls, thrusting his two fingers in one deep stroke. The heel of his palm rubs deliciously against my clit and he’s hooked those fingers inside me, nudging at that spot.

I’m floating in a sea of sensation with everything he’s doing to me. But I won’t be a passive spectator for another second.

This is the man whose name has been stamped on my sexuality and I want to soak in every second of it, of him. I want this night to be inked into my flesh and bones forever.

“And you?” I say, finally wrapping my hand around his thick length.

“I…what?” His mouth falls slack, the lower lip a deep red. Head thrown back, his shoulders clenched tight, he is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. “Squeeze tighter, Mouse. Stroke harder.”

I follow his instructions to the letter and watch the effect of it play out in his beautiful face. Veins bulge in his temple and his neck is a corded column I want to lick up and down. My attempts at fisting and stroking his cock are clumsy but he doesn’t look like he cares. If anything, the sounds that fall out of his mouth make me all achy and empty.

Just when I think I’ve got a good grip and rhythm going, he pulls my hand away and laces our fingers. His kiss is so tender that it won’t be a surprise if my soul jumps out to reach for him.

“More than a decade, Mouse. So long ago, in fact, that if you squeeze me like that for another second, I’ll erupt all over your hand. And that’s not my priority right now.”

“Years,” I repeat, eyes wide at his gruff admission. Glee blooms inside my chest, spreading to every limb. My nostrils flare as understanding dawns. “It’s almost like you’ve been…” I trail off, scared to finish the sentence, and search his eyes.

But there’s very little space in me to process it further because he taps his cock against my pussy and runs the head up and down in between my folds. The sensation drives me out of my skin. “What’s your priority then?” I say, wrapping my hands behind his neck as he pushes my thighs indecently wide.

“Filling up this pretty cunt,” he says and then pushes the fat head of his cock inside me. “Until you’re stuffed so full of my cum that it leaks down your thigh. Until you forget that you ever planned to leave me.”

“No…no more talk of leaving, Zayn. Please, just…give it to me.”

The visual he paints is just as arousing as the slight pinch as he probes my entrance and plays there. I groan at the multiplenew sensations. The slurp and slosh of our flesh is as raw as other realizations claiming me.

Twelve

Zayn

“It’s going to hurt, Mouse.”I trail soft kisses against her neck, somehow resisting the velvety vise of her sheath pulling me in. “But I promise to make it better. You trust me, yeah?”

She meets my gaze and nods.

“You have to relax for me, baby girl,” I say and inch forward. “You have to want it so bad that—”

“I do, Zayn. It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she says with a squirm of her jiggly thighs. Then she huffs out a long exhale, and slowly, she softens her muscles around me.

Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down onto her tit. I lick at the drop and then swirl my tongue around the needy bud. Down below, her channel squeezes the head of my cock a little more snugly.

It’s a simple principle I never completely understood, but it’s sunlight bright now. The more I give Mouse, the more she gives me back. And it’s true of her delectable body too.

When she relaxes around me, I feed a little more of my cock into her snug sheath. She trembles from head to toe, her palms moving over my arms restlessly. The sounds that fall out of hermouth as she stares up at me, her eyes devouring me, go straight to my balls.

I grab her wrist and drag it down to where she will feel me soon. “Feel me here, baby girl.”

“I feel you here,” she says, grabbing my hand and bringing to her chest. Her heart thunders under my palm. “I feel you everywhere, Zayn.”

Fuck, this girl has so many buttons and I need to discover and push and reprogram every one of them to me. But right now, the sight of her lush, bare pussy lips sucking me in like petals of that damned rose I compared her to…electricity zaps down my spine and collects in my balls.

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