Page 65 of Boss Daddy

“Comfortable?” he asks.

“For now,” I tease.

He chuckles, the sound warm and familiar. His hands begin to wander, sliding over my wet skin with a sensual slowness.

His fingers find my breasts, his thumbs teasing my nipples until they harden under his touch. I arch into him, my breath hitching. He teasingly massages each breast before moving his hands downward, over my stomach, between my thighs.

Then he touches me right where I need him to.

“You feel incredible like this,” he says, his lips brushing my ear. “All wet and ready for me.”

I grin. “You’re so full of yourself.”

“And you’re full of me,” he fires back. “Or at least you will be soon.”

“You’re terrible.”

“And you love it.”

The heat pooling in my core flares, and I shift slightly, pressing myself closer to him. His hands move lower, holding me firmly against him as I begin to move. The friction, the feel of him hard against me, has my breaths coming faster. Grinding on him in this way is almost enough to make me come.

But he stops me, placing my hands on his thighs and holding me still.

“Not yet,” he says. “I have other plans first.”

Before I can protest, he guides me from his lap to the edge of the tub, sitting me down on the cool porcelain. The water ripples as he shifts into a kneeling position. His lips trail down my neck, his stubble grazing my skin as I lean back.

“What are you—” I start, but my question dissolves into a gasp as he slides down, his mouth finding me.

The first stroke of his tongue is slow and deliberate, his mouth perfect and warm, his stubble grazing me just enough to tickle. I grip the edges of the tub, my head falling back as he works me with devastating precision.

His hands grip my thighs, holding me steady as his tongue moves in methodical circles, teasing and tasting every inch of me.

“God, you’re fucking delicious.”

“Samuel,” I moan, my voice breaking as the pleasure builds rapidly.

He doesn’t stop, his pace steady, his mouth sending me higher and higher until I’m trembling against him. He slips a finger inside, curling it and hitting my G-spot in just the way I need. I open my eyes just enough to take in the perfect sight of him between my legs, his tongue dancing over my pussy.

My breath catches and my body snaps as a second orgasm crashes through my body, pulling a sharp cry from my lips.

He lingers, coaxing every last tremor from me before finally pulling back. His lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he sits back, his hands trailing back up my thighs.

“Insatiable,” he says.

I can barely catch my breath, my body still trembling, but I manage a small laugh.“And whose fault is that?”

He chuckles. “I suppose we’re both guilty of being a little insatiable.”

“When you look as good as you do, how could I be anything else?” I grin.

Samuel moves until he’s sitting back against the tub, pulling me back in and positioning me so I’m on top of him. He pulls me down, his chest pressing against my back as his hands slide up my arms, wrapping around my wrists and pulling them behind me gently, holding me in place.

“You’re mine,” he growls, his voice rough, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“All yours.”

His grip tightens slightly as he positions himself at my entrance. The anticipation coils tight in my belly, and I gasp when he thrusts into me.

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