Page 46 of Dear Grumpy Boss

“Yes, please—”

Before I can say another word, one of my breasts pops out. I arch my neck and torso up just as Zayn wraps his lips around my nipple and sucks. It send electric shocks to my damp pussy, making me clench on emptiness. He nearly swallows the entirety of my breast into his mouth and releases me with a scandalous pop. At the same time, he plunges, one, then two fingers deep inside me.

I squeeze his fingers, harder than ever. Determined to keep him there.

“Fuck, Mouse. You’re drenching me.”

I keep my eyes closed, better to take in the sensations barreling through me. The clank of his belt buckle and the hiss of his zipper are amplified with my eyes closed. And then I feel it, the broad head of his erection nudging up against the entrance to my core.

“Look at how greedily you try to swallow me…Tell me how much you need this, Mouse.”

I fist my hands in his shirt while my hips cant forward, as if to trap him.

Zayn’s laugh is wicked, tightening the knot deep inside me.

“Give me your cock, Zayn. Now.” When he chuckles, I rub my lips against his neck. “You’ve turned me into a cock-slut whowants to come all the time. And you want to know what else I did?”

“Tell me,” he says, feeding the fat head inside.

After two weeks of an empty pussy, the stretch is a little pain and a lot of pleasure. I sneak my hands under his shirt and dig my nails into the warm muscles of his shoulders. “I read three smutty books and marked up the stuff I liked. For us to try.”

With a guttural groan, he plunges into me all the way. And without giving me a moment to catch my breath or get used to his thick length, he pumps those tapered hips in a rough, slow rhythm. Hits me deep and hard.

There’s nothing for me to do except to hang on for the ride. My arms around his shoulders, I let him take me how he needs me.

I come twice, moaning and keening his name, my body nothing but a doll in his hands.

Zayn erupts with a rough groan, his arm tight around me. “Every time,” he says, breath rasping like a whistle, “I think I know how it will feel. And every time, I’m rocked to the floor.”

I sigh, my face falling into his chest.

His kiss against my temple is a benediction. “No wiping yourself down, Mouse. Walk around the bookstore, welcome your customers, sell your books, all with my cum dripping down your thigh. And when you come home to me this evening, I’ll lick it all up and make you come again.”

“You think I won’t do it?” I say, still trembling.

Challenge shimmers in his gaze. He loves pushing me past my limits. And every time he does, I discover how much of a slut I’m for him, and how there are newer limits to discover.

I lick that pouty lower lip of his and smile. “It’s on, boss.”

He laughs and kisses me again. But this kiss is soft, reverent. Then he pulls back, as if he needs a wider, better view of me. A frown mars his brow. “You look different.”

I’m not surprised he can see the change in me. I take his hand and bring it to my belly. “All your hard work paid off, Zayn.” A giggle escapes my mouth. It’s clear in the sound that I’m tense. “I’m four weeks pregnant.”

His expression turns wild. Wondrous. He thrusts a shaking hand through his hair. “Fuck, Mouse! You’re such a little hard worker, already growing my bean.”

“You’re happy then?”

He bends low and kisses my belly. “That you squeeze me and milk me for everything I have every single time?Yes.That my baby girl is so fertile for that she’s already grabbed my seed?Hell yes.I can’t wait to see you barefoot and pregnant. Can’t wait for these tits to grow bigger and heavier with milk. Can’t wait to have little girls with thick braids and big eyes to run around me, asking for my attention.”

I laugh and clasp his razor-sharp cheeks. How is the universe so good to me? How is this beautiful man all mine? “And if it’s boys?”

He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “You know how shitty my dad was? What if I—”

I press a hand to his mouth, tenderness filling me. “What if you are like Nathan with them?”

His eyes widen with fresh excitement. “Nathan’s a damned good role model. I guess I can ask him a few pointers. Make some notes. I’ll feel better if I prepare for it.”

I laugh and kiss him again. “That you’re willing to do your best means you’ll be a good dad, Zayn.”

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