Page 15 of Beastly Boss

“That’s it. Milk my fucking cock, beautiful.”

He thrusts once, twice, three times, and then stills.

“I’m coming,” he grits out. “Jesus, I’m coming sohard.” Aurelio shakes as his orgasm overtakes him.

I love seeing him lose control, love watching the pleasure cover his face as he lets go and finds his release. He shifts and comes down on top of me, holding himself up on his elbows, still buried deep inside my pussy.

He licks the sweat from between my breasts before sealing his lips over mine, sliding his tongue inside my mouth and drinking me in. We both groan as he pulls out of me. Aurelio rests on his back and then tucks me into his side.

I drape a leg in between his and place my hand on his abs. He plays with my hair and kisses my forehead while I sigh contentedly.

“Are you okay, Kimbra?” Aurelio asks softly.

"Mmhm. More than okay." I smile up at him. He searches my eyes to make sure I'm telling the truth. "Is it always that good?"

He grins. “It will be with us. You’re perfect for me. So damn incredible.”

We stay tangled up in each other for a while before he gets up and heads to the bathroom. He comes back out with a washcloth, and I raise an eyebrow in question. The infamously brutal mafia boss kneels on the bed and gently cleans me with the warm, damp cloth. The tender gesture is enough to make me blink back tears.

“No, don’t cry,” Aurelio murmurs, worry clouding his eyes.

“I feel so… loved,” I explain. My cheeks burn as I say the word, not sure how he’s going to respond. I don’t want to be clingy or scare him off.

“You are,” he whispers, joining me in bed.

Aurelio presses his lips to my cheek and temple, then turns me on my side. I snuggle up against his warm body as he curls himself around my back, holding me close. It’s the safest I’ve felt in my entire life.

7

AURELIO

Iwoke up with the sun, but I’ve been holding Kimbra in my arms and watching over her for over an hour now.

She’s so much more relaxed than when she showed up at my house last night, and damn if that doesn’t make me want to beat my chest and roar with pride. She trusted me with her body, her pleasure, and her safety last night, and I will never take that for granted.

Kimbra stirs slightly, nuzzling her face into the side of my neck and pressing herself impossibly closer to my side. I chuckle and spread my hand out over her lower back, keeping her snuggled up against me.

With my other hand, I gently comb my fingers through her soft hair, sparkling in the golden morning light. She’s so damn beautiful it hurts.

Every inch of her is exquisite. Her smooth, creamy skin, perfectly perky tits, and wet, velvet heat…

“Aurelio?” Kimbra’s soft, scratchy voice breaks through my decidedly dirty thoughts. She lifts her head slightly, barely blinking her sleep-heavy eyes open.

“Morning, princess,” I whisper, leaning down to kiss her forehead.

She makes the most adorable grumpy sound and buries her face in my chest while pulling the blanket over her head. I chuckle and try to peel it back, but she grunts and hangs on even tighter.

"Wumphtymsit," she mumbles.

“What?” I ask, laughing softly while sliding down under the blankets to join her.

When she doesn’t respond, I find her face and tilt it up, pressing kisses on her nose and cheeks before resting my forehead on hers. The blankets form a protective shield around us, keeping the world out as we hold each other close.

“Hi,” Kimbra murmurs, her eyes still closed.

I grin at her sweetness, even though she’s clearly not a morning person.

“Hi,” I reply, pressing my lips to hers in a brief kiss. I feel her lips pull into a smile beneath mine. Something about that settles deep in my bones. I like that my kisses make her smile.

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