Page 36 of Boss Daddy

"You’re so fucking sexy.”

He pushes my legs apart, his hands firm on my thighs, then drops to his knees. He leans in, his breath hot against my slick folds. His eyes lock onto mine, the moment electric and charged with anticipation.

"I’m going to make you come so hard you forget your own name.” Then his mouth is on me.

I cry out, my head falling back as his tongue flicks over my clit, slow and deliberate. He licks and sucks, his hands keeping me pinned to the table as I squirm. The pleasure is almost too intense to bear.

“Samuel, I’m…”

He doesn’t stop, his tongue circling, his lips tightening around my clit as he sucks hard. The pressure shatters, and I explode, my body arching off the table as my orgasm tears through me.

Before I can catch my breath, he stands and unbuckles his belt, the sight making my core throb. His pants drop, and he steps out of them, his cock thick, hard, and glistening with precum.

“Turn around,” he commands.

I do as he says, turning around and bending over, placing my palms on the cool felt of the pool table. I glance back, watching as he places his hands on my hips, gripping me firmly. His head brushes against my lips, and a sigh slips from my mouth.

He thrusts into me in one smooth motion and we both groan, the sensation almost too intense. He holds still for a moment, his fingers stroking my back.

Then he pulls back and thrusts again, harder this time. The pool table jolts beneath me, the sound of our bodies meeting echoing in the room. He sets a slow rhythm, each thrust hitting deep, sending pleasure spiraling through me. The way he stretches me is intense, delicious, and addictive.

“Fucking hell, Erin.” His hands slide up to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples as he pounds into me.

I’m drowning in the sensation, the heat building again. My fingers curl against the felt, my moans turning into desperate cries.

“Come for me,” he demands.

His fingers find my clit, circling it in time with his thrusts. My body clenches, the pressure unbearable, and then I’m falling, another orgasm ripping through me. I scream his name, the world shattering. He follows with a hoarse groan, his hips jerking as he spills into me, his body taut with release. He collapses against my back, both of us shaking, breathless.

For a moment, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing, the aftershocks of pleasure pulsing through us.

Samuel stands straight and turns me around. He takes my hand, pulling me toward the far corner of the game room. He stops in front of a set of double doors I hadn’t paid much attention to earlier. He opens them to reveal a Murphy bed, neatly tucked into its hidden compartment.

I can’t help but laugh."Wait, this was here the whole time?" I tease. "And we still ended up on the pool table?"

“Come on, you’ve got to admit the pool table was fun,” he says with a smirk. “Not to mention, I wanted you so goddamn bad I didn’t have the patience to take you over here.”

Another rush of heat spreads through me. “Well, when you put it like that…”

He wraps his hand around my waist, pulling me close. He’s hard again, lust flashing in his eyes.His mouth captures mine in a kiss so fierce it steals the breath from my lungs. His lips move, commanding and relentless, and I melt into him, my hands sliding up to clutch at his shoulders.

“Too bad we already had our fun on the pool table.”

He chuckles. "And what makes you think we’re not going to use the Murphy bed, too?"

A laugh escapes me, and I push lightly at his chest. "You’re insatiable," I say, trying to be coy, but my flushed cheeks and shaky voice betray how much I want him.

He steps back just enough to let his gaze rake over me, his eyes dark and devouring. "For you, I am," he says. Then, with a playful slap on my bare ass, he adds, "Now get in that bed."

The sting of his hand is more teasing than anything else, but it sends a delicious thrill down my spine. I shoot him a mock glare over my shoulder as I climb onto the bed, my heart pounding in anticipation.

"Bossy," I mutter.

“I’m a man who knows what I want. And I want you.” He crawls onto the bed, positioning his powerful body over mine. “Now, let’s see if I can make you scream louder than last time."

He braces himself above me, one hand planted on the mattress near my head, the other trailing down the side of my face.

“You’re staring,” I tease.

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