Page 16 of Broken Boss Daddy

“I certainly hope not because I’m not done with you.”

“God, there’s more?”

“Oh, there’s plenty more where that came from.” I smirked at her, crawling up her body until I captured her lips with mine once more.

Jessica let out the sexiest groan from the taste of herself on my tongue, and it had my dick springing for attention. My boner strained against the confines of my pants, and I reached a hand down to free it, all the while keeping myself locked onto her.

“Have I mentioned how beautiful you are?” I whispered against her mouth.

“Maybe once or twice, but a third time doesn’t hurt.”

Smiling down at her, I stood up and continued to push my pants all the way down. Her eyes were trained on me the entire time. She watched my movements like a predator on the prowl, licking her lips like she was just as hungry for me as I was for her.

“I want to tasteyou,” she said, pushing herself onto her knees, and taking me into one of her delicate hands.

“Fuck,” I moaned while she slowly jerked up and down, smiling like a cat who just got the cream, and it was all I could do to prevent myself from exploding right there and then.

My balls were full, and I was pretty sure any movement would set me off.

The image of her sitting like that, naked and pleasuring me, was something out of my wildest fantasies. I knew for as long as I lived, that I would never forget that very moment.

“I’m going to need you to stop,” I gritted out when she sped up her movements.

“Why? Can’t you take some… pressure?” She squeezed me.

“I can take whatever you give me, darling. But if I’m going to cum, then it’s going to be inside of you.”

I pushed her back down onto the bed. She giggled when I nuzzled my head against her neck. Her legs opened for me, inviting me to have my way with her. And I did.

With a hard thrust, I entered her wetness and nearly bottomed out on the first go.

“Fuck.”

“Oh, yes.”

We hissed at the same time. Pulling out, I thrusted back into her, that time not stopping to feel our bodies connected in the most intimate way. I was on a mission, and I wouldn’t stop until we both fell over that edge.

We used each other. Our bodies were sweating. Our hands were groping. There was no distinction between her and I as I pummeled into her, and took as much pleasure from her as she gave.

My balls slapped against her, echoing the sound of the bed hitting the wall. There was no doubt the people in the next room knew exactly what we were doing. Jess wasn’t being quiet either. I briefly wondered if that old couple were there, and the idea of fucking Jess to that disapproving look spurred me on even more.

Jessica clung to me. Her walls tensed and sucked my dick into her. The pleasure was too much.

I was on that edge.

Jess was on that edge.

And with one last thrust, her body spasmed around mine and I cursed while my load filled her cunt.

My eyes shot open. I stared up at the ceiling fan going around and around. My dick was still painfully hard, and flashes from that night bombarded my tired brain.

If I wasn’t awake and thinking about Jessica, I was asleep and dreaming about her.

Not that I would complain about those dreams. She’d been a recurring star in them a lot more frequently since I kissed her. Or did she kiss me? Either way, that kiss dredged up a lot more than my burning desire for her.

Except, we haven’t kissed since then.

“Shit,” I whispered, running a hand over my face and sitting up in bed.

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