Page 58 of How to Marry the Boss

I slowly come back up from her pussy, traveling up her body, past her gorgeous breasts to her flushed face.

Her eyes are barely open as we gaze at each other.

For years, I questioned if I could ever be happy with someone else. A part of me wished someone would come into my life and have me forget about Mia. Forget the fact I burned for her. Anything to end my torment. End the battle I’d had with myself between wanting her, and being ashamed for it. But right here, and right now, is all I need. She is what I need. That has never changed. And it never will.

I kiss her mouth once again as I settle between her legs.

“How do you feel?” I speak softly.

She breathes deeply. “I feel…wow.”

“That’s my girl.” God, what a beautiful sight.

She grabs my chin, bringing me back to her mouth. “I want more,” she whispers between kisses.

“You’ll have more. I promise you that,” I assure her as I reach a hand downward to align my crest at her entrance.

“How long has it been?”

“A-a couple of months.”

Seriously? That long? If it’s been that long since her and Vance had sex, he’s clearly not getting the job done. More brownie points for me since I’m going to rock her world, if I haven’t already.

Besides that, I know I’ll have to take my time moving inside her. No doubt she’s tight. Fortunately, the time I’ve spent revving her up should make things easier.

“This might hurt a bit, so let me know if I need to stop,” I tell her.

She nods in response.

I then slowly start penetrating her entrance. Immediately, I can feel her sex tightening around me. I let out a groan. It’s both pleasure and pain. I need her to relax.

I use one hand to make slow circles against her clit as I continue to slowly drive deeper inside her.

“Oh,” she moans. “Oh, my god. What do you do to me?” She caresses her soft hand onto my cheek, the other on my hip.

I feel a bead of sweat fall down my brow. If I didn’t have to worry about hurting her, I’d just thrust in to the hilt at one time. How tempting that is. But the last thing I want to do is hurt her. Not when my goal is to give her pleasure.

A few seconds go by, and my length is halfway in. I stop, letting her adjust. “Are you alright, baby girl?”

She nods, her breathing heavy as well.

“No pain?”

“No,” she whispers. “Jake, I need you.”

Did I hear that right?

Was that a slip of the tongue, or did she actually mean that? I want to believe she did, but it could’ve easily been a heat of the moment. There’s needing someone as in being in someone’s life, and then there’s needing someone during sex. The questions is, which one could she mean? But right now, I’m choosing not to think about that. I want my head to be here in the moment. I’d rather think about what will happen afterward tomorrow.

“Please,” she pleads to me again as she wraps her legs around my hips. “I want more of you.”

More of me is what she’ll get…soon.

I grab hold of both her hands, pinning them over her head. “You’re not in control right now, baby girl. I am.”

Keeping her hands pinned with one hand, I use the other to tease her clit again. She lets out a gasp, followed by a loud moan. She wriggles underneath me. She’s close. Her sex clamps ontome like a too-tight pressure cuff. If I don’t move now, I could finish before I even start.

Immediately, I pull my hand away from her button and push the rest of my cock in her sweet pussy. We both groan.

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