Page 62 of Strictly Business

“Never had such good…fuck.” I thrust deeper, her tight heat wrapping around me like a vice. She’s so wet, her slick cunt coating my cock.

Her hands clutch my arm as I hold myself inside her, savoring the way her body flutters around me. Then I pull back and slam into her again, her cry echoing in the room.

Her nails dig into my skin, and the urge to completely claim her burns through me. I want her restrained, her hands tied behind her back, waiting for my command. I want her on her knees, looking up at me with those wide, trusting eyes. I want my hand wrapped around her pretty little throat.

But something tells me sweet, innocent Amara isn’t ready for that… yet.

“Nicholas,” she moans, tipping her head back. “I’m so close.”

“That’s it,” I coax. “Come on my cock. Let me feel you.”

My thumb finds her swollen clit, circling it in time with my thrusts. Her moans grow louder, her legs stretching out straight as her orgasm crashes into her. She clenches around me, her release flooding my cock, and I groan, my body losing control.

“Oh fuck,” I grunt, thrusting faster as my own orgasm overtakes me. “Take it all, baby. Every fucking drop.”

I empty inside her, the sensation so overwhelming I can barely see straight. My thrusts slow as the aftershocks ripple through me, her body still trembling in my arms.

I pull out carefully, watching as my cum spills from her, slick and glistening. The sight sends a surge of possessive satisfaction through me, my breeding kink roaring to life.

“Holy shit,” I mutter, running a hand over my face.

Amara’s face is flushed, her body spent, but her eyes glaze over with exhaustion and satisfaction as she hops down onto the floor, her hands pressed against my chest.

I’m not done, though. I want more. I want all of her, everything she has to give. My tongue runs over my bottom lip, my body burning with a deep need for her.

“If you can still walk, then we’re not fucking finished.”

Sliding my hands under her ass, I lift her effortlessly into my arms.

“Oh my God, Nicholas, what are you doing? Put me down!” she squeals, her voice laced with disbelief. “I’m too heavy—you’re going to hurt yourself!”

“Heavy?” I laugh, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Honey, I bench more than this before breakfast.”

“I’m serious. Put me—”

A sharp, unexpected slap to her ass makes her gasp, and I can’t help the satisfaction that rushes through me. “Don’t argue,” I warn. “We both know you’ll lose.”

“Where are you taking me?”

“We’re not done yet,” I say, pushing the bedroom door open. “I want to make you come again.”

And again. And again. Making her come has become my favorite new pastime. And I know exactly how I want to do it.

I place her down gently on the ground before lying back on the bed, licking my lips. “Come here.”

Hesitantly, she kneels on the bed, crawling toward me, her expression a mix of confusion and desire. I curl my hand around my cock, feeling it harden at the sight of her body—soft curves and round edges. Fuck, she’s beautiful.

“Sit on my face, Amara.”

Her eyes widen, the shock and arousal flashing across her face. “Excuse me?”

“I want you to ride my face,” I rasp, my hands reaching up to grip her thighs, pulling her closer. “I want you to come all over my tongue. Let me taste every inch of you.”

She glances down at herself, a mix of hesitation and desire in her eyes. “But I’m… I’m full of your cum.”

I lift myself up, grabbing her and pulling her onto me. I widen her legs, positioning her to straddle my face. She gasps, her eyes locked on mine as she hesitates, uncertainty flickering in her gaze.

“Sit, baby,” I command, tapping my mouth. “Right here.”

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