Page 27 of Falling for Her Grumpy Boss

My dick pulses in my hand as she opens herself to me. Her pink pussy is glistening with her juices. She’s open, but I want more.

“Put your legs over the arms of the chair.”

I watch as she complies, stroking my shaft. The tip is already leaking precum, and my spine tingles. If I’m not careful, I’ll spill like a teenager fumbling around with his first date. I squeeze the base of my cock and step between her legs.

“You’re fucking gorgeous like that.” My voice is nothing more than a hoarse growl.

I position myself at her entrance and hold her gaze. As much as to taunt her as to tease myself, I let myself sink in slowly until I’m balls deep inside of her. I steady there as we’re connected in the most intimate way a man and woman can be.

Mine.

I don’t know where that voice in the back of my mind came from. I have never been possessive over a woman. I didn’t think I had it in me, but Tess brings out the inner caveman.

I push up her dress until I uncover handfuls of soft flesh straining against black lace, perfectly sized for my palms. Her nipples are taut and poking against the fabric. I bend and suckle on one hard bud through the lace, using my fingers to roll and pull at the other. I watch as she trembles, writhes, and arches.

My balls tighten, and my cock flexes inside her body.

“Dylan!”

“What?” Teasingly slow, I withdraw from her before sinking back in at the same pace.

She curves her delectable body into mine. She’s so demanding, pressing against me instead of yielding. Tess is all quiet confidence and restrained control, even now, and the reaction it pulls from me is immediate.

She’s used to directing the moment.

Used to being the one who sets the pace.

But right now, something deep and instinctive inside me needs the opposite. Needs her beneath my hands and my mouth. Needs to feel her give that control to me willingly instead of taking it for herself.

“Enough teasing!”

“But I enjoy teasing you.” With another swirl of my hips, I execute a lazy withdrawal and push back in. “What do you need, baby? I want you to say it.”

She snaps her teeth at me.

“Vicious.” I grin. “But not what I want.”

She tries to reverse our positions, but with my weight on top and hindered by the chair, she can’t find purchase.

“Say it, baby.”

Her eyes are shooting daggers. “Please fuck me.”

“Like this?” I pull out and glide back in.

“Fuck me harder.”

I pull out and slam back in. “Like this?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Fuck me hard.”

I cock my hips and slam in again. “Who’s fucking you?” Another thrust. “Who’s fucking you good, baby?” Again, I pull out. “Say my name.”

“Dylan Shaw.”