Page 35 of Dear Grumpy Boss

His fingers come around my neck and tap on my lips. “You agreed to give me whatever I want tonight, yeah?”

With my tongue wrapped around his fingertips, I give a muffled yes.

He grips my upper thigh and raises it away from my body. My already gooey thigh muscles quake as he commands me in that rough voice to keep it there.

I try my best. “Zayn?” I say, around his fingers. Already, I’m shamelessly damp between my thighs, a soft heat drizzling through my limbs. “I want to suck your cock. Not your fingers,” I beg wantonly.

He chuckles. “Not now, baby girl. I need sleep right now and the only way I can manage it is…” He pauses.

Something velvety probes my entrance and I stiffen. Then I realize his threat earlier and melt from inside out.

He had meant it when he’d said he would stuff me with his cock and then go to sleep?Even my filthiest dreams of him hadn’t conjured this scenario or the closeness I would feel at the prospect.

Every nerve in my body lights up like it’s a fairy light, and I tremble with anticipation.

And then he’s there, nudging inside of me, crooning soft words at my ear, telling me what a good girl I am and how well I’m taking him even though I’m sore, and how he’s going to wake up all warmed up and ready to go.

I’m drowning in the surfeit of sensations, and a host of mewls fall from my mouth.

There’s a stretch and a burn and then that feeling of glorious, overwhelming fullness as he feeds me that final inch. And just like that, I’m not empty anymore.

“Fuck, Mouse,” he bites out.

It’s different in this position but just as good and raw and new as before. I squirm and clench and release around his thick length, needy tingles spreading from inside me. That spot he’s so good at probing waiting for pressure and friction.

Restlessness I’ve never known before slithers under my skin, hungry and needy. I squeeze my thighs and my inner muscles as if my very breath depends on it.

A sharp slap lands on my ass cheek and I squeal and jerk at the sting.

But I’m not allowed to move an inch with his arms and legs locked around me. So the jerking lodges him deeper, if that’s possible, and my pussy walls clench him harder.

“Enough, baby girl,” he says, giving me a softer smack. Rough and sleep-heavy, his voice sends shivers down my spine. “If you’re a good girl and let me sleep, I might use this tight, wet pussy without waking you up. Would you let me do that, Mouse?” Affection and desire are twin spears in his words, pinning me down. “Would you let me slake my lust on you without getting anything in return?”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir,” I say, adding a little sass to my words. The idea of Zayn glutting himself on me, of using me as his very own sex doll is…incredibly erotic. The idea of me being enough for him is…powerful and liberating.

Another soft smack lands on my other cheek and to my everlasting wonder, my pussy weeps at the sharp sting. “That’s for mouthing off to me.” And then he groans because his cock is drenched in my juices. “You like that too?”

“I already admitted that I’m a slut for you,” I say, my own lids sleep-heavy.

“Only for me?” he says, doing that wicked swivel with his hips. The crown of his cock hits that spot and backs away, leaving me whimpering.

“Only for you,” I whisper, gasping.

He cups my chin and turns my head to face him. His face hovers over mine, an intensity to that amber gaze I can’t read without my glasses. The coward in me is grateful. But his words when he speaks are full of a joy that I’ve never heard in his voicebefore. Or so I tell myself. “You’re really quite the filthy girl, aren’t you?”

“Only for you, Zayn,” I say, losing myself in his soft kiss. “Mouse is a slut only for you.”

It’s quite the novel sensation to have his cock inside me but not have him move.

Anticipation makes me jittery enough that I can’t settle down for a while. It’s like the parched earth looking up at thick, fluffy clouds, eagerly waiting for rain. Every inch of me is alert and pulsing with awareness.

It’s when I listen to Zayn’s deep, rhythmic breathing and how his hard body caves around me protectively that my breath evens out.

A sense of pure wonder erupts in my chest, filling my limbs. I know how much he struggles to sleep and that he’s fallen asleep so easily with me makes me swallow.

Within seconds, my limbs feel heavy. And I fall asleep with the man I adore around and inside me.

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