Page 7 of Like a Boss

I’m frightened because I’ve only ever been intimate with Scott, and feeling Tiger’s impressive length, I know I was dealing with half a sub, but now, I got the foot long.

Tiger chuckles low, the sound reawakening my hungry body. “Is that what you’d like?”

“Yes. Please,” I shamelessly answer.

“I thought you said that you shouldn’t be here. That this isn’t you,” he arrogantly teases in a whisper as he leads us over to the sofa. I’m engulfed by his domineering height and frame. “But I think thisisyou. You just don’t know it yet.”

Just as I’m about to sit down, he stops me. “Bend forward.”

I hesitate for a split second before bending forward awkwardly. I place my hands on the sofa’s arm, shoulder-width apart. I nervously curve my back so my ass sits high in the air. I don’t even know if this is the correct positioning.

Tiger hums. “So innocent.”

My uneven breath gets caught in my throat when he yanks up my dress, exposing my ass. He rubs over my behind, his touch singeing my covered flesh. Suddenly, with an unforeseen, quick tug, my underwear is ripped clean off. Granted, they were flimsy, but still, I only thought that happened in the movies.

But all thoughts of my ruined underwear are long forgotten when Tiger’s belt buckle hits the floor. “Sorry, but the offensive thing was in my way, and I’m an impatient man.”

A second later, I hear the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper being torn open. “Spread those gorgeous, long legs and lean forward.”

I do as he asks, wishing I had taken off my stilettos before we started.

“That’s it. Beautiful,” he commends before I feel him rest a hand on my hip.

My entire body is on fire, and strangely, I don’t feel timid being this exposed, this vulnerable to him. He coaxes my legsfarther apart, secures his hold around my waist and then drives into me with force so great, I have no other choice but to surrender to the most delicious pleasure I’ve ever experienced.

He’s rough and instantly pumps into me, not slowing down to allow my inexperienced muscles to accept his girth. But it’s exactly what I want.

“Oh… fuck, you feel incredible. I was right,” he hisses between staggered breaths. “Utter amateur.”

I blush as the way my body is stretching with a delicious, unfamiliar pain, I feel like this is in fact my first time.

I obviously do feel incredible, because within seconds, he’s sinking into me so quickly, his vicious strokes send me crumbling forward, and I fall onto my front. I’m awkwardly draped over the arm of the sofa, my face pressed into the cushions, but Tiger keeps up his fierce rhythm, never missing a beat.

I stretch my arms out in front of me and raise my hips, taking everything he gives. Tiger growls and pulls out before swiftly sinking back into me. The action hits me in just the right way, and I cry out, needing more.

“Okay?” he breathlessly pants.

I nod in response.

He surprises me as he unfastens my hair clip and wraps the long strands of hair around his hand. He then pulls hard, resulting in my neck jarring backward. I brace myself up on my arms and lean my head back as he uses my hair as reins.

An unfamiliar knot builds in my belly, and with each stroke, each thrust, the knot gets bigger and bigger. I squeeze my inner muscles, sucking him deeper into me, never wanting to let go.

“Holy shit! Again,” he commands, his breath warm on my nape, and I do.

He roars, slamming harder into me. “Sonowdo you believe this is you?” he asks, referring to my earlier denial of not being able to have a one-night stand.

I don’t know how he knows, but I have a sneaking suspicion I’m only able to achieve this type of satisfaction because I’m with him.

“Yes,” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut.

“I win,” he proudly declares, but little does he know, I’ve already won.

My explosion is tethering close to the edge, but when he sweeps his hand underneath my belly and pushes my hips backward so he’s driving into me harder, faster, and deeper, I detonate in a way I never thought possible. A second later, he cries out his release. His movements jarred as he milks out the last of his orgasm.

When his tight grip loosens, I flop forward, not caring that my dress is still hitched up around my waist. I’m breathless, sticky, and totally spent, but my body purrs in complete satisfaction. I just had two mind-blowing orgasms with a stranger, and who would have thought, I don’t feel a lick of shame.

“Flip over,” Tiger breathlessly demands, his voice heavy and raw.

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