Page 35 of Bossy Trouble

While I knew Georgia probably dated other men apart from me, it wasn’t a thought I liked to retain. No matter how ridiculous it was, I chose to believe that Georgia was mine and mine alone. And I hated the fact that she’d had a child with another man, a man who she loved. And shehadloved him. I’d seen the sincerity in her eyes when she firmly said, “Yes,” like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

I hated it.

I hated her feelings for this idiot stranger I had never met. The man who had her love and threw it away like it was nothing.

That was probably what started this odd urge inside me to take her right now and imprint myself on her. And the more I tried to fight it, the more the need grew.

I nipped the skin at the base of her neck, suckling hard enough to sting. She gasped, her hand flying to my arms and squeezing tight. I leaned back and admired the reddening skin. It would leave a mark.Good. Then everyone would know she was mine.

But I needed to do more.

I kissed the side of her neck again, suckling after I did. This time, she stepped a little closer, her arms gripping me a little tighter. I felt her breath quickening, her heartbeat rising at the move. Her body was starting to respond to me despite her protests.

My hands skimmed over to the hem of her skirt before sliding it up her plush thighs. God, she was so soft. Her skin gave way when I gripped her a little tighter, accommodating me. I wanted to squeeze that delectable ass. And those breasts that had tormented me for a while already.

Fuck, I wanted her.

I lifted her, ready to take her against the wall.

She squeaked, and her hands flew to my shoulders.

She gripped hard. “Don’t drop me.”

I said nothing, proving my strength by shifting her higher until her breasts were in line with my face. Her legs wrapped around me automatically, but I was more focused on the mounds in front of my face. She was wearing a bra; I could tell from her shirt. That meant I needed to get a little creative.

I walked forward until her back was resting against the wall, then propped her up with one hand while using the other to open the buttons at the front of her blouse. Then I shifted my hands to the back, my fingers making quick work of unclasping her bra. With three quick snaps, the bra came loose, and her breasts fell free.

Good Lord.

It was a stunning sight to behold.

I hadn’t seen Georgia’s breasts in a long while and may have forgotten just how great they were. In fact, there was nothing in this world that looked quite as good as Georgia’s unbound chest. Nothing even came close.

“Fuck." The groan tore out of me as my cock instantly jumped at the sight of her pink nipples, puckering delicately, beckoning my tongue to get a taste. I couldn’t resist. I leaned forward, popping one in my mouth, and heard her gasp.

She tasted the same as always, like a cool tropical drink that I couldn’t quite describe. Her skin was soft and practically shook in my mouth as I flicked it with my tongue before suckling in tandem. Georgia made a little sound, then started squirming under me, her fingers moving to my hair and gripping tight. I felt her hips begin to undulate, moving against my abdomen, slightly at first and then in increasingly unhinged motions.

Oh, fuck yes.

I shifted her weight over to one hand before dragging the other up her thigh and toward her center. I slipped her panties to the side and finally, finally felt her wet heat against my fingers.

Jesus, she was soaked.

My brain short-circuited for a second as I felt her moisture trail down my fingers.She was so fucking wet, fuck, fuck, fuck.

My dick was jerking, too, probably leaking a steady stream of precum at this point. Reason was quickly becoming a thing of the past. I wanted to get inside her. But more than that, I needed to get her off. I needed to hear her cries in my ears, feel her skin tremble for me, and taste her as she exploded all over my face.

It was at that moment that I became aware of a distant beeping.

I ignored it. The sound was insignificant. Everything outside this moment was insignificant. Right now, my entire being was focused on Georgia, with her beautiful eyes, delicious skin, and throaty moans.

My fingers began to gently work her clit, rubbing over it in a way that made her head throw back, digging into the wall. Her hips bucked once, twice, then she shook her head.

“Stop,” she gasped, her body shaking.

I paused, confused.Did she just ask me to stop?Right now, when she was close to losing it? WhenIwas close to losing my mind with lust?

She wanted us to stop.

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