Page 31 of Beauty and the Bosshole
He holds perfectly still and grunts as if he’s physically in pain. “Fuck me,” he seethes.
I squeeze him harder. “That’s what I’m trying to do.”
He wraps his hand around my wrist and holds on to me. “You keep doing that, and I won’t last, honey. I plan to come buried deep inside your sweet pussy, Ava.”
I gasp, and there’s a tug in my lower belly at the intensity in his words. “I want that, too,” I admit to him, wondering if I’m telling him too much. He has to know how I feel about him even though we haven’t talked about it.
I want to assure him he won’t hurt me, but he doesn’t let me. He lifts his head and his green eyes are now a molten emerald, sparkling with worry, restraint, and arousal. He pulls my hand away, nudges his hips, and his cock enters me a little deeper. He throws his head back, eyes clenched together, and groans. I wait, giving him time, and when he finally looks at me again, he’s shaking his head. “Do you feel that, Ava? Your pussy is seeping for me. It’s practically begging me for it, but I can’t hurt you. I won’t.”
“You won’t hurt me, Reese. I know you, and I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”
He’s shaking his head again, and I’ve never seen him like this. He’s always so in control, cool, and calm. But not now. He’s practically vibrating with barely contained restraint. I know what I need to do.
I move slowly and put one foot on the bed and then the other. His eyes widen. “What are you doing?”
“I don’t want you to hold back from me, Reese. I want everything you have to give. I want it all.”
His voice is strained, pupils dilated. “Ava,” he commands as if he’s barely holding back. We’re so close, I’m not sure where he ends and I begin. We’re breathing in unison, so attuned to each other that I can’t even think about anything but him and what we’re about to do.
I press both feet into the mattress and lift my hips. He has no choice then, and as he pushes inside me, there’s a brief bite of pain at my core, but I don’t flinch. I just take it. He’s buried inside me, and he’s searching my face, totally aware of me and only me.I squeeze his arms, and before he can ask, I assure him, “I’m okay. I’m okay. Give me just a second.”
He sucks in a breath, holding it, and I lift my hips a little to test the friction. He pulls back a little and slowly pushes back inside me. When he pulls out again, I unclench my hands from his arms and slide them up to loop around his neck as he pushes back inside me. The groan that escapes me is impossible to contain. I’ve pleasured myself before with my many toys, but this is different and on a whole other level.
My body feels electric. It’s as if everywhere he touches me, I come alive. I close my eyes as the orgasm builds, and he stops moving. “Look at me, Ava. I need your eyes on me.”
I stare up at him and see his gaze locked on me as our bodies meet in an uncontrolled frenzy. I can’t look away from himand emotion wells up inside me. It’s both overwhelming and exhilarating at the same time.
He reaches between us, and as soon as his finger grazes over my swollen clit, my body starts to jerk.
“Come for me, my wife.”
I don’t know if it’s the way he commands me, the way he’s giving me the best pleasure of my life, or the fact he calls me his wife, but I do as he says.
The orgasm is instant. My whole body goes taut as pleasure like nothing I’ve felt before rams through my body. He doesn’t stop. He keeps stroking my clit, pushing in and out of me, his words explicit as he breathes them into my ear. “That’s my sweet pussy. Feel that, baby? You don’t want me to stop, do you? Every time I start to pull out, you’re sucking me back in. Fuck, I knew it would be good, but I didn’t know you’d have a magic pussy, Ava. And it’s mine. All mine. I’ll be the only one to kiss, suck, taste, and fuck this magic pussy.”
“Argh!” he groans as he comes, shooting his seed deep inside me. He thrusts into me, big long thrusts, and I dig my heels into his back, holding him close to me.
The orgasm feels as if it’s never-ending. Over and over, he takes me to the edge, and it’s only when I’m limp with my pussy still pulsating that he falls down on top of me from exhaustion. He tries to hold his weight up, but I pull him to me, wanting to feel his body on top of mine.
He kisses me, and when I’m distracted, he rolls to the side, pulling me with him. He’s smiling at me, giving me a look of possession as he pushes the hair off my face. “You okay?” he asks worriedly.
Even though I feel a little sore, it’s nothing I can’t handle. “I’m good,” I tell him, laying my head on his chest. We both catch our breath, and it’s only now that everything starts to sink in. I got drunk, married my boss, and I just lost my virginity to myhusband. My head starts to spin, and I clench my eyes shut and ask myself,what have I done?
“You still want to check out Vegas... or would you rather stay in this bed all day? I think you know which one I prefer.” He lifts his hips and, amazingly, his cock is already getting hard again.
“How...” I start and am too embarrassed to continue.
“What? You can ask me.”
My silence has him lifting my chin to look at him. “Talk to me, Ava. How what?”
I clear my throat and, even after everything we just did, feel my cheeks blush as I ask, “How are you already hard again?”
He strokes his fingers softly against my cheek. “Since the day you came in for the interview, I’ve been like this, so I’m not surprised that I’m going to be insatiable when it comes to you.”
He slides his hand down and cups my mound. His finger slides between my slit, and I swear it feels as if he’s pushing the come back inside me. “And I would take you again if I didn’t think I’d hurt you.”
He sighs and I can feel the disappointment in him. Wanting to please him, I raise up. “I can...”