Page 60 of Boss of Me
“Oh, my God,” I gasp and arch my back, my breasts smashing against his chest.
He shudders and bites his bottom lip hard, his eyes fixed on mine with dark carnality. “You’re so damn sexy, sweetheart. Where the fuck have you been all my life?”
His words and the primal hunger in his voice send a wild thrill through me. Delirious with pleasure, I look down to where we’re joined, watching his thick cock disappear inside my pussy and slide out again, glistening with my wetness. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
He leans down to kiss me, his abs rippling as he presses his hips into me over and over, each thrust deeper than the one before. The delicious, grinding friction has me teetering on the edge of another orgasm.
“God, Marlowe,” he groans with satisfaction. “Nothing has ever felt this good.”
“Never,” I agree, raking my nails down his back and making him hiss out a raspy moan.
We stare into each other’s eyes as he grips one of my legs in his hand, driving into me at an insanely deeper angle. My body tightens until I’m nothing but a trembling mass of ecstasy, screaming his name as my orgasm rips through me. My eyes slam shut at the shocking pleasure of it, my thighs quaking uncontrollably as Gunner groans in my ear.
He barely lets me catch my breath before he pulls out and flips me over on all fours. The room swirls out of focus as he wraps my hair around his fist and thrusts into me from behind.
I keen breathlessly at the new angle, overwhelmed by the heat and pressure of his cock. His other hand grips my waist, anchoring me to him as he begins stroking my G-spot,penetrating me even deeper than I thought possible. I moan loudly, squeezing my eyes shut as need roars through my blood and curls my toes.
He fucks me thoroughly, masterfully dominating me with every thrust as he slams his cock into me, his hips smacking against my bottom. My breasts slap together in time with his relentless strokes, my scalp tingling as he pulls my hair.
“Oh God,” I mewl. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!”
An animalistic groan rumbles out of him as he cups a bouncing breast in his other palm. When he rubs my pebbled nipple, my womb convulses and my body shakes all over.
Growling my name, he slides his hand down my stomach, his fingers spearing through the drenched curls between my thighs. As he thumbs my swollen clit, I bury my face in the pillow to smother my wild cries, the position tilting my ass high in the air.
“Fuck, yes,” Gunner groans roughly and lengthens his strokes, my knees coming off the bed as he thrusts harder and faster, pounding deep into my body. He fucks me like a man possessed, his fingers digging into my hip bones, keeping the base of his cock flush against me when he explodes with a savage shout.
I sob at the force of his release, my pussy spasming and squirting around his shaft as I climax again.
I feel him shudder with pleasure before he leans over my back, kissing his way down my spine and slapping my ass cheek. Then he lets go of my hair and we collapse to the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, gasping for breath.
“Holy fuck,” he says on a long exhale against my hair.
“You can say that again.” I just had three orgasms in a row.Three. That’s never happened before. It’s practically a miracle.
Gunner reaches down and pulls the covers over us, drawing me closer with his free arm. I lay my head on his shoulder, my breasts flattening against his side and my hair fanning out overhis warm chest. My eyelids are heavy, my body still humming with tiny electrical jolts.
He nuzzles the top of my head with his cheek. “That was fucking incredible.”
“Mmm. Beyond incredible. I can’t feel my legs.”
“Mine are pretty shaky, too,” he rumbles.
I smile with pleasure. “Guess we really rocked each other’s—” Suddenly my eyes snap wide open. “Oh no!”
“What?”
“My nightshirt! We left it downstairs in the kitchen! If someone finds it?—”
“Relax. I’ll get it.” He continues nuzzling my hair.
After a few moments, I lift my head to stare down at him. “It’s kinda urgent.”
“Uh-huh.” He gives me a lazy smile and traces my collarbone with his finger.
“Gunner,” I whine.
“Don’t rush me,” he grumbles. “I’m trying to savor the afterglow here. And you need to burn that shirt anyway.”
