Page 184 of Bossy Hero

Each time I bottom out, I grind flush against her for two, maybe three, seconds before withdrawing. The sounds of her tattered breathing and dainty moans drive me wild, and soon enough, I can’t resist increasing the tempo.

Going from zero to sixty, I set a punishing rhythm, thrusting into her with fervor. My upper lip curls into a snarl, and air hisses through my teeth as I claim her body again and again.

Her breathing is frantic, each throaty rasp making me fuck her harder. The smack and slap of our skin fills the room, along with the erotic scent of sex.

It’s heaven.

I’ll never be able to work in here again without getting hard.

She flails one arm around my desk, searching for something to hold on to, and knocking pens and a file folder onto the floor. Don’t fucking care. She could destroy the entire office, and I’d keep right on fucking her.

Her honeyed voice sings in ecstasy. “Keep fucking me like that. Oh my god, Alan.Yes. So good.So good.”

At her praise, I move faster, fucking her rougher and deeper. Until all she can do is take it.

She’s draped over my desk, holding the edges for dear life as we slam together. My fingertips dig into the plump flesh of her hips and ass as I pull her toward me with each forward thrust.Damn, I cannot get enough of the sight of my glistening cock slamming in and out of her pussy.

“Wish you. Could see. How sexy you look. From up here,” I tell her through staccato breaths.

She attempts to look back at me, struggling to hold eye contact. “As good as your fantasy?”

“My fantasies can’t hold a candle to the perfection of your pussy wrapped around me.”

“Love you,” she grits out, voice pitching higher.

My grunts grow louder as my balls draw up with an aching need for release. But this is too fucking good to come yet. Time for a position change.

After I pull out, I find my chair, which somehow sailed toward the bookcase behind my desk. “Get on my lap, baby. I want you to ride me.”

She pushes her upper body off my desk slowly, causing her dress to cascade down her legs. My lower lip rolls into a pout on reflex. Such a shame to cover up that ass.

As I drop to my seat, I beckon her over with a crick of my finger. On shaky legs, she slinks toward me. The moment she’s within my reach, I grab her by the waist and tug her the rest of the way. It draws the sexiest throaty laugh out of her.

I keep hold of her hips, pulsing my fingers to hurry her along. “Sit down on my cock and make yourself come. I want to feel you.” I drop one hand to raise her skirt, bunching it in my grip.

After clamping her hands onto my shoulders, she straddles me and lowers gracefully onto my lap. As she welcomes me inside her body, our eyes lock.

I see everything. All of her.

Her pain. Her worry. Her gentleness. Her regret. Her relief that I’m safe.

And most of all, I see her love for me. Pure, raw, and unrestrained.

She shields nothing from my view.

My throat grows thick with emotions that threaten to choke me. The only way to breathe is to drink her in.

So I join our lips, tenderly kissing her and treating her with the gentleness she deserves. The reverence of a man utterly in love with her. A man who will gladly worship at her feet.

“Is this the point when I get to take out my frustrations on you?” she taunts, her hips beginning to move.

A smirk I can’t stifle affixes to my face. “Do your worst.”

“What if I didn’t let you come?”

“How would you do that?”

“Maybe I’d hold perfectly still, keeping you inside me. And I wouldn’t let you move.”

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