Page 183 of Bossy Hero

She arches her spine, pressing back against me, and tosses a sultry look over her shoulder. “Yes, my love.”

I lightly smack her bare ass, then roughly caress the soft globe. “Thank fuck.”

Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I notch the head at her entrance and begin slipping inside. The urge to thrust fast and deep is strong, but I fight it off.

I don’t want to hurt her, and I didn’t warm her up as much as I usually would.

Inch by inch, I press in and pull back, giving her body a chance to adjust to my invasion. The resistance intensifies with each tiny forward pulse.

“Harder, Alan. Fuck me now,” she begs. “I need you so badly.”

“Baby, I don’t want to hurt you, and you’re not wet enough yet.”

She smacks her palm on my desk, throwing her hips back and forcing me deeper. As her skin stretches taut around me, her moans become pained.

I start to pull out so I can get her there manually first.

“Don’t you dare,” she warns, casting an unforgiving glare at me.

“Maddie, I?—”

“Spit on it,” she orders.

Nope. Strike that.

She doesn’t merelyorderit.

She fuckingdemandsit.

“What?”

Seductively, she drops her gaze from my face to my pelvis and back up again. Slow and deliberate, she repeats, “Spit. On. It. And. Fuck. Me. Hard.”

“Fuuuck, Maddie.”

My dick throbs with need. Not only because of the dirty talk, which always kills me, but the lewdness of her suggestion. Not to mention the fucking way she’scommandingme. She’s frantic for my cock.

And I’m powerless to deny her.

Letting moisture pool, I work my tongue against the roof of my mouth. With the taste of her arousal lingering, I was practically drooling anyhow.

Leaning forward, I align my chin with the spot where we’re joined. And just as she commanded me to do, I let my saliva fall onto my cock. The slight warmth of the liquid dripping down both sides feels way better than it should. I withdraw from her body a tad more and release another few drops, moistening my tip.

“Good boy,” she purrs, one side of her face lifted in a devious grin.

She’s joked with me before about how she could never pull that off. Bullshit.

“You are fucking killing me, woman.”

With my dick better lubricated, my thrusts are met with far less resistance. Gooseflesh pebbles along my arms, and I expel a quivery moan. I’mliteratelyfucking shuddering.

“Keep going,” she urges, rolling her hips to entice me. As if such a thing was necessary. That’s laughable.

Back and forth, I rock into her, getting deeper. “Fuck, baby. You feel so damn good.”

When I rear back the next time, I sputter one last dribble of saliva onto my dick. After the moisture spreads, I plunge in to the hilt, reveling in the perfection of being fully joined.

The first several strokes are so fucking exquisite I don’t dare rush them. Maddie’s pussy is meant to be savored and cherished.

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