Page 8 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

“Fuck, Sadie.”

I moaned around him, taking him deeper, working him with my mouth and hand until his entire body was tense beneath me.

He was close. I could feel it in the way he pulsed against my tongue, the way his breath came in ragged gasps.

But I wasn’t done with him yet.

I pulled back, releasing him with a wet pop, licking my lips as I looked up at him.

His expression was wrecked, his jaw tight as he stared down at me, his chest rising and falling hard.

“Sadie,” he warned, his voice low, desperate.

I grinned. “I want more.”

Before he could react, I stood, pulling him with me.

The room was dimly lit, the shine from the streetlights outside spilling in through the large window, which I backed toward, pressing my palms against the cool glass as I looked over my shoulder at him.

“Fuck.” The word was guttural.

Samuel was on me in seconds.

His hands gripped my hips, his body pressing against my back, the heat of him searing into me.

He ran his lips along my shoulder, biting down just enough to make me shiver.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he murmured against my skin.

I arched against him, pressing my ass into his cock, feeling how hard he was. “Then don’t waste time.”

He growled, one hand sliding between my legs, teasing me, finding me already soaked. “So fucking wet for me.”

I gasped as he slowly slid a finger inside me. “Samuel?—”

He didn’t let me finish.

He pulled his hand away, grabbing my hips as he lined himself up, teasing me with the thick head of his cock.

“You can’t get enough, can you?” His voice was rough, his control hanging by a thread.

I pushed back against him, desperate. “I can’t get enough ofyou.”

That was all he needed.

He thrust into me in one deep stroke, stretching me all over again, making me cry out against the glass.

His hands held me steady as he pulled back and drove into me again, setting a relentless pace.

I braced myself against the window, my breath fogging the glass as he fucked me hard, the sheer intensity of it making my legs shake.

The view outside was blurred, the world reduced to nothing but the sensation of him pounding into me, claiming me completely.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered, his hand fisting in my hair, turning my head just enough for me to see our reflection in the glass.

The sight nearly undid me.

Samuel, all muscle and power behind me, his jaw clenched, his eyes locked on mine.

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