Page 48 of Second Chances with my Billionaire Bosses

“No!”

I threw her boots across the room and followed them quickly with her jeans before grabbing the front of her simple cotton panties and ripping them off.

“Then what?”

She moaned when I roughly spread her thighs and held them to the bed, leaving her exposed and open to my starving eyes.She was so wet already that her pussy shined for me. She tugged at her arms harder and tried to twist her hips.

“I need you, Arlo. Please!”

Pressing one hand into her lower stomach to hold her down, I moved the other to her wet lower lips and smeared my fingers with her juices before pressing them against her mouth.

“Open and suck them clean. Taste just how needy you are for me.”

She sucked my fingers and rolled her tongue over them while making soft little moans until I pulled them free. Her head lifted to follow my hand but I growled and she dropped back to the bed.

“I need you, Arlo.”

“Say it. Say what you need.” I wanted to hear her sweet lips utter filth. “Tell me, Max.”

“I need you to…fuck me. I need you to fuck me, Arlo. Please!” Her face and chest flushed red as she said it but her eyes were locked on mine, making it clear just how much she wanted and needed me.

“Just as long as you realize that this body is mine.” I was being cruel, pushing for more than she was ready to openly give, but I was starving for her life as much as I was for her body. I wanted everything. I let her watch as I opened my jeans and pushed them down enough to free my cock. Then I stroked myself over her as she watched.

“Tell me what I need to hear, baby.”

Licking her lips, Maxie’s gaze flicked from my face to my cock until finally she let out a desperate cry and nodded.

“I’m yours. I’m yours, Arlo.”

Wedging my hips between her open thighs, I held her gaze as I thrust my full length into her. Her wet heat squeezed my dick so hard that I lost my breath.

“Fuck, Maxie. You’re mine. You belong to us. We own this pussy. Do you hear me? Tell me. Say the words right now.”

Maxie’s back was arched deep as she strained between her bound hands and my cock impaling her. Her tits swayed as she took shaky breaths and blinked away tears. Her voice shook as she gave me what I wanted, using words I was sure she’d never uttered in her sweet life.

“You own my pussy.”

My cock jumped inside her, the words so dirty and perfect.

“Again.”

She wrapped her legs around me.

“You own my pussy.”

I moved my hand to press my thumb over her clit.

“Louder.”

She let out a frustrated cry and then screamed at me.

“You own my pussy! Please, Arlo! I need you to move! Please!”

A dark satisfaction filled me at the idea of the men outside hearing her scream for me. It drove me like the hounds of hell nipping at my ankles to give her what she wanted. I moved. Pulling out until her core clamped down on just my tip and then thrusting so deep and hard that the bed creaked. Bracing my arms on either side of her head, I watched her face as I fucked her hard. It was rough but I couldn’t stop. I needed to hear her scream and I needed to know she knew as well as I did that she was never going anywhere. She was home.

Maxie came hard once, twice, and a third time before I couldn’t keep up the brutal pace. The headboard rammed against the wall over and over and that sound mixed with her cries of pleasure filled my head until I was hanging on by a thread. My balls tightened painfully and I was so close to coming that my entire body clenched as I held off. I just needed one more thing from her.

“Tell me you’ll stay.”

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