Page 66 of Boss Daddy

“God, Erin,” he groans. “You feel so damn good.”

“So do you.”

He sets a slow rhythm at first, each thrust deep and controlled, sending jolts of pleasure through me. His free hand moves to grip my hip, holding me steady as he begins to move faster, the water rippling with each powerful stroke.

“You like this.” He’s not asking. “The way I take you. The way I own you.”

“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling back against his shoulder. “God, yes.”

His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit again and circling it in time with his thrusts.

“Please don’t stop,” I moan. “Please…”

“You’re close.”

“So close.”

“Come for me. Right now.”

I can’t resist.

I shatter, a cry escaping me as my orgasm takes over, my pussy clenching around him. He groans, his thrusts slowing for a moment as he lets me catch my breath. But he doesn’t let go of me. Instead, he pulls out and turns me around in the water before guiding me back onto his lap.

“Ride me.”

I lean forward, bracing my hands on Samuel’s chest for balance as I begin to move, the warm water sloshing around us. His skin is hot under my palms, the ridges of muscle flexing with every shift of my body.

He guides my rhythm, his fingers digging into my skin just enough to remind me who’s in control even when I’m on top. The connection in his gaze is raw and electric, making me feel both powerful and utterly undone all at once.

“Look at you,” he growls. His hands glide up my body, his thumbs brushing the underside of my breasts. “You’re fucking perfect, Erin.”

I quicken my pace, closing my eyes and focusing on the sensation of his thick cock inside me.

He cups my breasts, his thumbs teasing my hardened nipples, sending jolts of pleasure shooting straight through me. My moans get even louder, breathless and unrestrained. The way his lips curl into a wicked grin tells me he loves every second of it.

“You feel so fucking good.”

He grips me tightly, holding me in place as his hips thrust upward, meeting my movements. I cry out, my nails biting into his chest as I struggle to keep up. My thighs tremble as the pressure builds, the steady rhythm of our bodies becoming more desperate.

His hands slide to my lower back, pulling me closer, forcing me to take him deeper. The intensity is almost too much, and I throw my head back, my hair spilling over my shoulders as a broken moan escapes me.

“God, you’re gorgeous. There’s not a damn thing sexier than watching you come.” His eyes rake over my body, watching every move, every reaction, like he can’t get enough. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” he commands, his grip tightening, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “You’re going to come for me again, Erin. I want to see it.”

I tense as the climax rips through me, crying out and gripping his shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me, leaving me shaking and breathless.

Samuel doesn’t stop. He holds my hips, keeping me steady as he thrusts into me one final time, groaning as he comes hard.

The heat of him filling me sends a final shudder through my body, and I collapse against him, my head resting on his shoulder as I try to catch my breath.

He wraps his arms around me, pulling me close, and I feel the press of his lips against my temple.

“You’re unbelievable.”

I smile against his neck. “So are you.”

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