Page 58 of Boss Daddy

By the time I reach her mouth, her eyes are half-lidded, her breaths uneven, but her hands immediately pull me closer.

“You’re incredible.” I speak the words against her lips. My hands cup her face, tilting her head up so I can look into her eyes. “Every damn thing about you.”

She gives me a small, dazed smile, but before she can say anything, I capture her mouth in a deep, lingering kiss.

When I finally pull back, she’s watching me with the same heated gaze that’s been driving me crazy since the moment she walked into my life. I help her down from the desk, turning her gently to face it, my hands sliding over her hips as I press against her from behind.

The sight of her sticking that gorgeous, round ass out at me is about the most perfect thing I can imagine. She glances back over her shoulder, her cheeks still flushed, a sly, sexy little smile on her lips.

“What do you want?” I ask, taking position behind her.

“I want you to fuck me.”

I press her against the desk, her palms bracing on the surface, her breathing still uneven from her last release. Her back arches slightly, and the way her hips press into me makes my pulsehammer. My hands slide down to grip her waist, my fingers digging in just enough to let her know exactly who’s in control.

My cock tents my jeans, and I quickly undo my belt and zipper. I’m hard as hell, and when I take hold of my shaft, it feels like I’m gripping hot steel, precum beading at my end.

“Don’t move,” I say as I position myself behind her. Her breath hitches as I press the head of my cock against her. I slide in slowly, groaning at the tight heat that envelops me. “God, Erin,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips tighter as I sink in deeper. “You feel incredible.”

She moans, her fingers curling against the desk as she pushes back into me, her voice breathless. “Samuel... please.”

“Please what?” I sink myself all the way in, watching my thickness vanish inside her. She stretches out for me, gripping me in just the way I need. “Tell me what you want.”

Her head tips back, and she whimpers. “I want you. Deeper. Harder. Faster.”

My hands guide her hips as I thrust into her harder, faster, the sound of our bodies meeting filling the room. “You take me so damn well. You’re mine, Erin. Every inch of you.”

Her moans grow louder, her back arching further as I drive deeper into her. I raise a hand and bring it down onto her ass, swatting just hard enough. She gasps, bucking into me, yearning for another. I do it again, this time leaving a faint, red handprint on her ass.

“Say it,” I command, my hand sliding around. My fingers find her clit, circling it in time with my movements. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she gasps, her voice breaking as her body trembles. “Samuel, I’m all yours.”

“Damn right,” I growl, my free hand sliding up to grip her waist, holding her steady as I thrust deeper. I reach one hand up and capture her breast in my grasp as it sways back and forth from the force of my thrusts. Her moans turn into cries, and I know she’s close.

“You’re going to come for me again,” I tell her. “I want to feel it.”

“Samuel, I—”

Her entire body tenses, her hands clutching the desk as her release crashes over her. Her cries echo in the room as her pussy clenches around me, and the intensity of it pulls me under. A groan escapes from my throat, my thrusts growing erratic as my own release shatters through me, my body trembling against hers.

My cock pulses as I drain every last drop deep inside her. She pushes her ass against me, as if wanting to make sure I stay buried.

For a long moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing. My hands stay on her hips, holding her close as I try to steady myself. When I finally move, I press a kiss to the back of her neck before turning her around and lifting her into my arms.

The leather couch in the corner of the office is soft against my back as I collapse onto it with her in my lap. She curls against me, her head resting on my chest as my arms wrap around her. I press soft kisses against her temple, my fingers brushing lazily through her hair.

“You okay?” I ask.

She lifts her head, her lips curving into a soft smile. “Better than okay.”

I chuckle, my hand trailing down her back as I admit, “I can’t remember the last time I’ve felt this way.”

Her smile is teasing, her fingers tracing patterns on my chest. “What, like a grumpy caveman with a soft side?”

I laugh. “Something like that.”

She leans up to kiss me, her lips lingering, soft and warm. When we pull back, her smile is brighter, and I know without a doubt that whatever this is between us, it’s only just beginning.

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