Page 52 of #Bossholes

“I’m a little nervous., she whispers, that bottom lip going back between her teeth.

I run my thumbs across her cheekbones and brush my lips over hers. “Do you want to stop?”

“No. I want you both.” She shakes her head, her legs wrapping around my waist. If she’s trying to keep me here, she doesn’t have to try hard. As long as she wants me here, I’m not going anywhere. “Just go slow.”

“Don’t worry; I’ve got you.”

I nip at her lips and brush mine back and forth as I keep my kisses light and playful.

Her legs tighten around my waist, her arms wind around my neck, but I don’t give her what she really wants. Not yet.

Instead, I slip a hand up her front, rubbing her nipples through the lace.

She moans into my mouth, and I deepen the kiss, running my tongue along hers and exploring her like I have all the time in the world. She responds to every little touch, every caress, and whileI’d love to take my time, give her more orgasms, I don’t think I can hold back.

Next time I’ll eat her pussy for hours. I won’t stop until I’m drowning in her sweetness.

But right now, I need more. I need her.

I work my hips between her legs and grind my cock against her clit. Her hands are in my hair, grabbing my shoulders, scratching down my back as she rocks into me.

“More,” she pants, pulling me back down for another kiss. “I need you. I’m ready.”

“I’m right here, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere.” I line myself up at her entrance and push forward slowly, not enough to bury myself in her like I’d like, but just enough to feel resistance. It’s going to hurt a bit, so I make sure I distract her, driving my tongue into her mouth and pinching her nipples. She’s whimpering, shifting back and forth, and I inch forward, breaking through her barrier.

She cries out, her hands clutching at my shoulders as I push in a little deeper. She’s tight, just like I imagined, her pussy already rippling around me, and it takes everything I have to stay so still and let her adjust to my size.

“Are you okay?” I press a light kiss to the side of her jaw, my eyes never leaving hers.

She nods and blows out a deep breath. “I’m okay. It wasn’t too bad. You can move, I think.”

I rock into her, bit by bit, inch by inch. Her nails are digging into my shoulder, marking me, the sting of pain a fair exchange.

“How does our virgin pussy feel?” Maverick’s words are strained, and I bet if I looked his way he’d be holding onto that chair for dear life.

“Like fucking heaven.” I drag my tongue along her throat, slowly sinking deep until I’m fully seated inside her. She winces a few times, but I’m moving fucking slow, careful not to hurt her.“Our girl is so damn tight but took me so well.” I stroke a hand down her face and press a kiss to the corner of her lips. “You’re taking my cock like such a good girl. Are you ready for more?”

“Yes,” she groans, and her arms tighten around me. Her back arches off the bed. Her eyes close. And she lets out another soundless scream. “Use me.”

“You heard our fuck-toy. She wants to be used.” Maverick grunts from the chair. “Better not keep her waiting.”

Her cunt quivers around me as I pull back inch by inch. I'm still moving torturously slow, testing all my patience, all my resolve. She feels too fucking good, and my control is barely hanging on; it won’t take much more until I snap.

I thrust into her, keeping my movements shallow, my rhythm slow.

Her cries, her nails scratching down my back, her legs tightening around me urge me to go faster, to sink deeper, but I don’t want to hurt her. At least not yet. I want her first time to be fucking good, so damn memorable she’ll be begging us for more. I want her to remember us for the rest of her life because I know this is an experience I will never forget.

One night together and she’s already seared into my skin, my soul. One taste of her pussy, the feeling of it quivering around me, and I’m a goner. She owns me.

“Oh, God, I need…more.” She lets out another cry, her fingers digging into my back, and I fucking lose it.

I slam into her over and over. My hips piston against hers as I fuck her with everything I have. She’s destroying me piece by piece, bit by bit. She’s branded me from the inside out.

“Oh, God. Wyatt. It hurts, but it hurts so good,” she whimpers as I move my hand down to her clit and rub it with my thumb. “Fuck. Fuck.”

She says my name again and again, chants it like a prayer, like a curse. She’s desperate with the need to come, and so am I.

I press down on her clit, and her body spasms, her cunt gripping me, and she screams. She throws her head back, and her eyes squeeze shut, as she’s trembles. I don’t stop—I can’t. I thrust into her, fucking her with everything I have until my balls tighten, electricity zips down my spine, and I groan her name as I empty into her.

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