Page 78 of Big & Bossy

“Look at me, princess,” he mumbled, the sound muffled from his mouthful. I lowered my jaw, looking down between my breasts and legs. He held eye contact as he feasted, his mouth and tongue moving against me, drawing me ever closer to that mounting precipice. “I want you to watch me while you come.”

Couldn’t I just pretend, for once, that this was enough?

I couldn’t stop the moan that crawled from my throat. Just watching him was intoxicating enough, tossing me higher into the atmosphere, drawing out every bit of pleasure that he could. “Fuck, Jack,” I whined, pushing myself up onto one elbow and grasping the strands of his hair again with my free hand.

“We’ll get there,” he chuckled. “Come for me first.”

I tightened my grip as my orgasm met its peak, his words giving me that little bit that I needed. My legs locked around his head as he curled his fingers farther, dragging out my pleasure, forcing me to shake and buck against him as the pleasure spread through my body like wildfire.

His fingers retreated slowly, and in the haze of coming down from it, I forgot to keep myself guarded. I forgot to not care. I grabbed at the front of Jack’s shirt as he stood, pulling him down toward me, my lips damp and needy as they pressed against his greedily.

He kissed me as though it were the last time, and maybe it was, but it felt like so much more.

Hands grazed up my body, pulling the straps of my dress down over my shoulders and the cowl neck down over my breasts. The fabric pooled around my waist, leaving me entirely bare above and below. He kissed down my neck, across my collarbone, my nipples.

His fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, loosening it as much as he could with one hand. The sound of it alone was enough to have me lifting my ass from the desk, grinding it against his waist as he refused to part from me.

Warmth pressed against the dampness growing between my thighs. My breath caught as his lips met mine again, desperate and urgent. I bucked my hips, silently telling him I was more than ready, and within seconds he’d fully seated himself inside of me, filling me entirely in more ways than one. I never wanted to be empty. Why is it always like this with him?

He didn’t move. His hands slid beneath my back, his mouth moving against mine, and before I could process what he was doing, he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he spun me, pressing me against the wall and making it take the majority of my weight, his cock hitting new levels of depth.

“Fuck,” I grunted, the sensation making my head swim.

Arms unlatched my legs, lifting them, holding them up on either side of me. “Beg me,” he whispered.

My head fell back against the wall, my eyes drifting to the door. The lock was turned, but… which direction was locked? “What if someone walks in?” I breathed.

“Hmm,” he grunted. His hips shifted back, dragging his length almost all the way out, before slamming back in again. Oh my God. “I guess you better keep quiet so no one gets suspicious. Now… beg me, princess.”

I desperately wanted to stay just like that. “Please,” I whimpered, locking my arms around his neck. “Please, Jack.”

“Please what?”

I groaned as I tried to move my hips. I was firmly locked in place. “Please fuck me.”

“There we go,” he said.

He moved then, finally, and I think I might have slipped into heaven, or maybe the opposite, I wasn’t sure. Strong thrusts, perfect angle, his mouth on my skin, his words in my ear. “I’m not having you end this with me without knowing exactly what you’ll be missing out on.”

“Jack,” I groaned, my breath catching as he dropped my leg, ordering me to hold it up instead. The thoughts of it ending, the thoughts of me pushing him away, slammed back into my mind before becoming hazy again with each thrust. “Can we not talk about?—”

“Yeah.” His hand snuck between us, fingers grazing against my swollen and sensitive clit. It made me jump, made me buck against him as much as I could physically move. “We don’t have to talk about a thing. Just let me make you feel good.”

I nodded as I dropped my head against his shoulder, the sensations completely overwhelming me. It was too much, but I needed this kind of too much, I would always want too much with him. I was already building, already close.

“You’re going to come again,” he said matter-of-factly, his lips pressing against my temple. “I need you too, princess. I need you to come for me.”

“You’re an ass.” The words came out in a half-moan, half-laugh.

“I know I am. But you can do it.”

His fingers moved faster, swirling in little, gentle circles as he hit that perfect space inside with every thrust of his hips. I was going to lose my mind, turn into jelly, and maybe that was what he wanted. But I didn’t care, not when he was touching me like that, not when he had me so close…

My release ripped through me before I’d even realized I was there, tearing apart every wall I had in place. I dug my fingers into him, cried out against his shirt, shook in his arms. It was perfect, blissful, and heaven was definitely the place. Jackson’s hips stuttered as I squeezed around him, his breath faster, his moans louder. He fell over his own cliff seconds after me, shaking, whispering words I couldn’t hear, one hand holding me and the other in my hair. He coaxed me through each aftershock, filling me, pushing his release deeper inside, and when we’d finally caught our breath and calmed down, he set me back on the desk to gather myself.

“The, uh,” he panted, pushing the little damp strands of hair back from his face, “the door was locked. I just wanted you to know that.”

I glanced at it again, taking note of the locked position. I nodded. “Thanks.”

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