Page 43 of Dear Grumpy Boss

“Oh, I didn’t even think of that. You steal any sense I have.” Her hands drift to her belly. “You truly want children with me?”

“I see we’re talking in multiple numbers.” I nuzzle her nose. “For you, with you, I want all of the stuff I never had. I want you, and everything you want.”

“You know me well,” she says, burying her face against my throat.

“I do,” I say, rolling her onto her belly.

She presses her cheek to the rug like an obedient pupil and raises her ass as I arrange her the way I want. “I want a family to love.”

“And I want it with you. I want to see your belly swell with my child. I want to suck on your tits when you’re all filled up with milk. I want to see my wonderful girl and her sweet generosity and her warmth and her beauty reflected in my children. I want this life, whatever turns it takes, with you, Mouse.”

Her eyes turn dreamy and she sighs. I don’t know if it’s the filthy vows I’m making her or that I’ve spread her knees far apart enough to see her popped clit.

“Please,” she says, wriggling that bountiful, dimpled ass at me.

I unzip my trousers and take my cock out. I tap it on the plump ass cheek and then without warning, I thrust into her in one hard stroke.

I do it with enough force that she nearly slides out of my grip except that her pussy’s got that death grip on me. Still, I anchor her to me with one hand on her shoulder.

She makes a keening sound from deep in her throat.

Her climax has gotten her all slicked and ready for me but fuck, she’s still tight. I gather her hair and fist it like I’ve dreamed of so many times. Her neck arches back and her spine melts. “Is there something you’re forgetting to say, Mouse?”

Her breath puffs out of thick lips, nostrils flaring. “Now? Please, Zayn. If you don’t move—”

“If you don’t give me an answer, I’m going to pull out.”

“Ugh…you meanie.” She sighs and rolls her eyes and that gaze pins me right in my heart. It’s like she’s sticking one of those colorful Post-it notes that says “Mine” with a pushpin into my heart. “I love you, Zayn. I don’t remember a moment when I didn’t love you. I…I’d love you even more if you filled me up with your cum. The sooner you spill inside me,” she says, thrusting her ass back into me.

“The sooner you’ll be tied to me forever,” I say, pulling almost all the way out and slamming in again.

“I’m…already…tied…to…you…forever,” she says, each word punctuated by a rough thrust. Her mouth forms a perfect moue, little beads of sweat dancing above. “But you didn’t say it to me.”

“I love you, Mouse,” I say, setting a brutal pace. My words are nearly drowned out by the slapping sounds of our bodies so I shout it out. “You and this pussy and those tits,” I pull her up until she’s sitting on my cock, her arms twisted up in my hold, her jostling tits visible in the window glass, “all of you is mine. Forever and ever.”

She meets my gaze in the mirror, her dress bunched up in the middle, her glasses making her look like such a good girl.

“All of me is yours, Zayn. Only yours.” She pouts. “You promised to tell me why it’s okay for you to call me Mouse, remember?”

Laughter bursts through me. “You’re cute, and clever, and resourceful. I never saw anything wrong with that name. Plus, when I was a kid, I had a mouse for a pet. I loved it the most in the world.”

“Oh...” she says, her eyes full of understanding about the nightmare that was my childhood. “I get it.”

I turn her head and take her mouth in a rough, grasping kiss. The more I sip of her, the more I want. But also, finally, there’s this flicker of faith in my stomach that she’s mine.

All mine.

Only mine.

And for that, I’ll give her anything she asks for in the world. I’ll give her so much pleasure that she’s as addicted to me as I am to her.

I play with her tits, kneading and squeezing, tugging the thick, jutting nipples. I play with her clit, give her those circular sweeps she loves so much and bring her right to the edge.

Just when she’s chanting my name endlessly, I plunge up into her wet sheath again.

I proceed to show her how much I love her with every swivel of my hips, with every slap of my balls against her. How much I need her. How filthy and possessed she makes me. How she’s the only future I’ve been running toward all my life.

The next few hours are a haze of fucking and kissing and making our vows to each other.

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