Page 96 of 21 Nights with Billionaire Boss
I’m about to speak again when the heat of his bare cock grazes my ass. Wetness floods my pussy, my walls contracting and releasing rhythmically, eager for him to fit into me.
He takes his time, rubbing his cock up and down the stretch of my slit through my panties. His breath hisses out of him and I have no doubt he’s getting an eyeful of my soaked panties, while all I have in my view is the door.
I wiggle around, circling my hips so he gets the idea. I want him inside.
Finally, he pulls aside my panties. Before I can take a bracing breath, he plunges deep inside.
“Fuck!” He presses into my back, curving around me, and sinking deeper.
I exhale, trying to get used to being filled. Turning my head to the side, I’m met with the view of us in the window. It’s faint, but it’s there.
My pussy spasms at the picture we make.
Chance’s pants are stuck around his knees as if he couldn’t be bothered to take them off in his haste to fuck. His pelvis is flush against mine, his cock buried deep inside me.
My eyes are wide and unfocused with lust, my lips slightly parted as I pant. I mouth a curse as he pulls back. His cock comes away slick with my juices, then he crams himself right back in.
A cry leaves my throat and my eyes fall shut. It’s one thing merely feeling what he’s doing to me. It’s another seeing his faceveined with concentration, our bodies separating and coming back together with loud smacks.
I bow my head and receive his thrusts, biting my lips so I make no sound. A soft kiss flits across my neck and I can’t help my whimper.
How can he fuck me so hard and kiss me so soft? It’s a combination that’s breaking my body and my heart.
He licks me in that spot, then nibbles playfully. Tears seep from my eyes.
“Oh, Maddie.” He groans and kisses my cheek. He gentles his thrusts, hitting it just right.
My pleasure heightens, giving me something to focus on other than the heaviness in my chest.
I throw my hips back to meet his thrusts, rolling around a couple of times.
Chance lets my hands go and lifts from my back. He grabs my waist and helps me back into him.
Moans fall from my lips as our combined efforts make it better. My legs can’t stay still anymore.
I turn over and see the glass image again.
Chance is looking down at where we meet. His mouth hangs open, his eyes half-mast.
He increases the pace, slows down, and then goes fast again. He groans as my body quivers.
Flattening my palms on the desk, I plant my feet and impale myself on his cock as hard as I can.
“Jesus, you want it.” Chance presses his head to my neck, then works a hand between my legs. He finds my clit and fingers it. Slowly.
“Faster, please.”
He does as I ask. It doesn’t take long.
A scream tears from my throat and my body trembles violently. I grab the edges of the desk to hold steady as the orgasm whips through me.
Almost immediately, the heat of Chance’s seed spills inside me. He grunts, fucking my clenching pussy a few times before sinking deep as he can go and holding his cock there. As if he wants to imprint my womb with his cum, mark me as his.
The thought whips my senses into place. I’m not his.
His body sags against mine, his breathing heavy. I rise, dislodging him.
He falls a step back and I step away. I pull my panties up and tug my skirt down.
