Page 41 of The Boss's Possession

“Then do,” she said.

Her pussy was soaking wet. Her need came over her instantly, and there was no getting away from it.

Carson took her hand and she had no choice but to follow him, not that it was a problem. She would follow him anywhere. He led the way out of the main store, to their office. There was no need to close the door. The desk was completely bare, apart from the computer on top.

Carson moved her toward the desk and placed her hands flat on the surface. “Don’t move.”

He lifted the bottom of her dress and then she felt the panties she wore being tugged. The sound of tearing fabric filled the air and she released a gasp of surprise. Should she have been surprised? He always abused her panties like this. Carson hated her wearing them, but then, she loved to feel him tearing them off.

His hand cupped between her thighs, his finger gliding through her slit, teasing her clit, and then delving into her pussy.

“You’re soaking wet, baby. Have you been thinking about me all day?”

“Yes,” she said, moaning his name as he moved his fingers up to tease her clit.

“Good, because I know I’ve been thinking about you.” He strummed her clit and she felt close to exploding. The pleasure was intense. “Come for me, Willow.”

She moaned his name, shocked by how quickly she found her release. The pleasure was so intense and instant. It consumed her whole body, and Carson didn’t stop playing with her, driving her higher and higher.

“That’s a good girl,” he said.

She heard his zipper as it slid down and she was acutely aware of his movements. It was a relief to feel the tip of his cock as he pressed it against her core, and then, slowly, achingly slowly, pressing all the way inside her. Another moan escaped her, and then his hands were at her hips as he plundered inside her. He didn’t stop until she felt the hit of his balls against her pussy.

“You feel so good,” he said. “So fucking good.”

Carson started to thrust, going slow at first and then speeding up, taking his time, and Willow loved to feel every single inch of his cock as he did this.

“Fuck, Willow, baby, I love you, I love you so fucking much.”

He growled out the words as he tightened his grip on her hips and went faster and deeper within her. She didn’t want him to stop, not for a moment. She loved the feel of him and loved the words coming out of his mouth.

She reached between her thighs as she knew he loved it when she did this, and started to stroke her clit. The moment she did, she heard his moan, and the sounds of their slapping bodies echoed around the room.

“I’m not going to be able to last. Come for me.”

At his command, a second time, she came, this time Carson followed her, and they both came together. Their moans filled the room, echoed off the walls, and consumed the two of them. He pulled out of her, lifted her up, and then placed her on the desk, cupping her face and kissing her.

“I love you,” he said, repeating the words over and over.

“I love you too, so damn much.”

And that was the truth.

Epilogue

Five Years Later

Carson stared at his daughter, who looked the image of her mother as she wandered around the fabric store searching for something for her mother to make her. Willow was at the desk, heavily pregnant with their third child while he carried his son in his arms, who was two years old, but decided he was too tired to keep on walking.

Never, in all his years, would he have imagined following around his five-year-old daughter, Lauren, and holding his son, Archie, while his wife served customers, pregnant with their third baby.

They didn’t know the sex. Neither of them wanted to know as they rather liked the surprise on their birth.

Carson had thought they would only ever have one child, Lauren. That first birth had been a nightmare, at least it had to him. For Willow, she didn’t have memories of the screaming or the pain she’d been in. All she remembered was the immense pleasure when their baby girl was placed in her arms. He remembered, though. The pain as she screamed and he had to hold her hand throughout. She’d been covered in perspiration, and she’d struggled through the first birth.

He had to admit, though, watching little Lauren grow had been a fucking dream. Their little girl was so cute, so adorable. At first, because she caused her mother so much pain, Carson had been worried that he wouldn’t love her. Anyone who hurt Willow was in his shit book, but late one night, Willow had been so exhausted, and Lauren had been screaming. He had no choice but to go to her, and as he picked her up, this wave of love and protection swept over him. He loved his little girl and all anger had abated. His anger wasn’t at this precious baby, it was at himself. So, he promised himself no more babies. That didn’t work. Whenever he was with Willow, all he wanted to do was fuck her, make love, to be balls-deep inside her, and without a condom as well.

Archie was born three years later, and now she was pregnant with their third baby. He had kept his promise to her grandmother. She had never known sadness. He took care of her and worked tirelessly to make sure his world doesn’t touch hers.

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