Page 90 of Bossy Hero

It’s heavenly. He fills me so deeply and exquisitely.

My hips start flexing to find the pace. As I work him in and out of my body, I rake my fingertips through his chest hair, giving it a little tug. His eyes spring open at that, and his upper lip curls into a snarl. He’s always liked it when I’m rough with him.

And I’ve always loved being on top. Being in control. This is the one time when it feels right.

Bending at the waist, I lean forward to kiss him. His fingers dig into my hips as he rocks into me from underneath. I let him help keep the tempo because his lips on mine are making me lose track of the rhythm. I swear this man kisses me stupid.

When he gets tired of my erratic pace, he bucks up and twists, rolling me under him. Rising to his knees between my thighs, he gazes down to where we’re joined. “Your body is so fucking perfect, Maddie baby. And so fucking mine.”

Considering he flew all the way from Florida for me, I don’t deny his proclamation with my typical bullshit.

When he’s inside me, I’m much less independent and snarky.

Besides, he’s right. I’m his.

Moaning and gasping, I snake my hand down to flick my clit while he thrusts in and out at a steady pace. Pressing my heels into the bed, I meet him stroke for stroke. My eyes roll back, and my back arches as pleasure assaults me.

Sex with him is unlike anything I’ve felt before. There’s just something special about this man.

Alan doesn’t screw me or fuck me. I’d call it making love, but that doesn’t feel right either. Somehow, it’s more than that. From the way he eats me up with his covetous gaze to the way he never lets his hands leave my skin. His moans and breathy gasps. The low rumbles coming from the back of his throat. All of those physical sensations add to the soul-shattering connection I feel with him.

After I remove my hand from between us, he bends down, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks, he applies gradually increasing suction, exactly the way I like it. Soft and gentle at first, warming me up for rougher nibbles and tugs.

“Oh, Alan,” I rasp, running my hands through his hair.

My back bows, shoving more of my breast into his mouth. He responds with an appreciative moan.

His pace increases, but he manages to add a grind against my clit with each downward stroke. When he’s done making love to my nipples, he kisses up my chest, over my collarbone, and along my neck.

Pressing himself flush against me, he swirls his hips decadently. Somehow, he keeps us joined while still managing to dive deeper into my pussy. No clue how he’s doing it, but if he keeps it up, I’m gonna explode.

“Don’t stop,” I order. “Pleasekeep doing that.”

“Bossy little minx.”

“Someone should tell you what to do every now and then,” I warble. “Just doing my part to balance things out.”

Grinning, he slams his lips to mine and sucks my tongue into his mouth, probably to shut me up. No complaints. Especially since he’s still doing that delicious stroke and swirl move, but harder and faster.

Digging my nails into his back, I bend my knees, wrapping my legs around his ass. All I can do is hold tight as he unleashes.

My body seizes and convulses as my orgasm rocks through me. I clench tightly around him, mewling and keening in ecstasy. “Oh my god, Alan.So good.”

Sparks skate along my skin in tingly ripples as my hips pulse of their own accord, helping me ride out my pleasure.

“Maddie, damn, you feel so fucking perfect. Pussy fluttering around my cock. Shit, baby.”

Out of nowhere, a playful snark hits me, and I’m too blissed out to stop it from flying past my lips. “Worth the last-minute flight to chase me across the country?”

“I’ll fucking chase you anywhere, baby.” He pumps his hips faster, outright slamming into me. “Good luck finding a place you could go where I won’t follow.”

When he climaxes a few seconds later, he buries his face into my neck. “I love you so damn much.”

My heart, which was thundering rampantly a second earlier, freezes. Although I’m flat on my back, the sensation of falling makes me dizzy.

We’ve never said those three words.

He’s referred to his feelings of love for me in the abstract, occasionally saying things that imply love. And I’ve done the same.

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