Page 68 of Never Bargain with the Boss
She feels like she was made for me. Like inside her is where I’ve been meant to be. Not the younger me, who was innocent and believed in happily ever after, but the scarred me who understands that life is sometimes brutal and you have to take joy where you can find it.
I’ve found it. In Riley.
I groan, the last bit of my restraint slipping. “Riley,” I grit out, hoping she understands.
Like she instinctively understands exactly what I need, she looks over her shoulder, meeting my desperate eyes with ones of her own. “Fuck me, Cameron. I want you to. Please.”
With a growl from deep inside, I unleash on her. I pull back and slam into her, deep and hard. She gasps, but I do it again. There’s no rhythm, I’m just mindlessly pounding into her, taking pleasure and praying she’s receiving some too.
Eventually, I find some shred of control as I chase the release I’ve been on the edge of for months. “You feel better than I imagined,” I tell her between thrusts. “Like your pussy was made for me.”
“It was,” she breathes.
I grab her cheeks, spreading them wide to watch how my cock comes out covered in the sheen of her juices before disappearing again into her heaven. “This ass taunts me. Fucking haunts my dreams.”
“Smack it,” she moans.
I told her once that I dreamed of that, and she’s making my every fantasy come true. I lift a hand, first gently rubbing the globe of her ass, and she whimpers in disappointment like it’s not only my fantasy. “You want me to spank you?” I ask, feeling powerful when she nods against the counter. I lift my hand again and bring it down with a sharp slapping sound.
Riley cries out in pleasure and I feel her pussy clench me tighter. She likes it. I fucking love it.
I do it a little harder, testing both of us, and groan at the rush of fresh juices that flood between us. I’m done for. Any restraint, any guise of control I thought I possessed, flies away like dust in the wind.
I spank her again, simultaneously fucking her roughly, every slam of my hips against her ass another slapping sound in thequiet kitchen. It’s animalistic in a way I’ve never been. Maybe later I’ll regret my brutality, but right now, it’s all I can offer, and Riley doesn’t seem to mind. She even tries to buck her hips, fucking me back, but I pin her in place, rutting into her so hard that my balls bang her clit with every deep thrust.
“You want this?” I force out between gritted teeth. She gasps out a yes, but I want more. “You want me to fill your sweet pussy with my cum?”
“Oh, God, Cameron. Yes, I want it.”
I lean over, covering her back with my chest, and wrap my arm under her armpit to lift her chest so that I can put my hand at her throat. The hard metal of her necklaces and the softness of her skin feel equally good against my palm. My other hand at her hip, I force her to be still and take me as I piston faster and faster. I think she loses her footing at one point, but it doesn’t matter because I’m fucking her into the counter and there’s no way for her to fall when she’s impaled this completely on my cock.
Right on the edge, I press my lips to her cheek, the gentleness of the kiss and savagery of our fucking in sharp contrast. Blackness overtakes my vision, sparkles dancing like confetti against my closed lids, as my balls pull up and my cock somehow grows even harder.
I grunt her name, exploding inside her as I do. Pulse after pulse of cum fills her, and distantly, I feel her pussy squeezing me tight. I don’t know if she’s intentionally doing it to give me more pleasure or if she’s coming again too, and I’m too lost in the bliss of my own orgasm to figure it out. My only purpose is to keep pumping into her as long as I can.
But it can’t last. Eventually, we’re panting for breath, my spent cock softens, and her cries of pleasure turn to soft sounds of happy bliss.
“Holy shit,” she finally says.
Blinking away the flashes of light still lingering at the edge of my vision, I grin. “You can say that again.”
“Holy shit,” she repeats.
I can’t help but laugh a little. Despite it being exactly what I said to do, I didn’t expect her to actually repeat herself. When she giggles a bit too, my cock slips out of her, along with our combined cum.
She lifts from the counter, peering down at my cock and then the floor. “That’s not on my job duties list,” she says dryly, her grin full of tease.
“I think there’s a full kitchen disinfection in my future before we eat breakfast here tomorrow,” I inform her. “For now, let’s just take a shower.” I take her hand, leading her down the hall to my bedroom.
She looks around like she’s never been here before even though I know she has been. But it’s different this time. She’s here with me as Riley. Not as the nanny.
I don’t know exactly what that means, but we’ll figure it out. Together.
RILEY
I’m on a cloud. A soft, fluffy, but supportive cloud. Floating high above Earth, I’m cozy and warm, and I can hear a distant thud-thud-thud in my right ear.
Wait… clouds don’t have heartbeats. That’s what that sound is, right?