Page 46 of Boss Daddy

Her taste, her scent, her sounds… everything about her is addictive.

I’ll never get enough.

I trail my hands down her body, undoing the button on her jeans and sliding them down her legs, smirking at the sight of no panties. She’s bare and all mine.

“Samuel,” she breathes.

I lower myself between her legs, my hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide, her pink slit glistening. I take my time, letting her feel my breath against her, the anticipation making her squirm.

Then I taste her.

She moans, her back arching. I hold her steady as my tongue works her in slow, firm strokes. She tastes like honey. She trembles as I push her closer and closer to the edge.

When she finally falls, her cries fill the room, her fingers gripping the sheets as she comes undone.

I don’t let her rest. I keep going, coaxing another climax from her, watching as she falls apart again, her body arching, her thighs trembling. By the time I move up her body, her chest is heaving, her skin flushed, and she’s looking at me like I’m her whole damn world.

“Please,” she whispers. “I need more.”

I free myself from my sweatpants, my body already aching for hers. I take hold of my cock by the base, pushing into her slowly, closing my eyes and focusing on the way her pussy grips me, warm and perfect. I hold fast for a moment, wanting to savor the feeling.

But then she moves her hips, her body urging mine, and I lose the last shred of my restraint.

I set a rhythm, slow at first, letting her feel every inch of me, but it doesn’t take long before the need overtakes us both. I move faster, drinking in the way she looks underneath me, her legs wrapped around my waist, her breasts bouncing with each deep plunge.

“Samuel,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her body tightens around me, and I know she’s close.

“Come for me,” I growl, my fingers finding her clit, circling it in time with my movements.

Her body clenches, and she cries out again, her release pulling me even deeper into her. I keep moving, chasing my own climax, as she pulls me down for a kiss, her lips soft and yielding.

“One more,” she whispers.

I give her everything, my pace relentless, my hands gripping her hips as I drive us both over the edge. She falls first, her body tightening, her moans muffled against my shoulder. The sensation pulls me under, and with one last thrust, I follow her, my release ripping through me as I bury myself to the root.

When I’m done, I slide out of her slowly, falling to her side and wrapping her in my arms. She nuzzles her face into my shoulder, kissing me gently.

“You’re mine,” I whisper.

She smiles, her fingers trailing along my chest.

“Yes I am.”

Chapter 18

Erin

Three weeks later…

“Oh… oh my… fuck!”

The shelf rattles with each thrust, the contents shifting, dangerously close to tumbling down.

I grip the edge tightly, my knuckles white as Samuel’s cock drives into me from behind, his hands holding my hips with a firmness that leaves no room for doubt—he owns me in this moment.

“That feel good, baby?” He takes one hand from my hip, reaching around to squeeze my breast.

“So goddamn good.”

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