Page 110 of The Boss Situation

“Surrender.”

“Only because you did first,” he says, his voice full of want.

My fingers work at his waistband, slow and deliberate. His cock springs free, already leaking at the tip. I lick my lips, my tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum before I even wrap my mouth around him.

The first touch of my lips to his dick sends a shiver through both of us. He groans, low and guttural, causing my pussy to clench at the raw sound. It’s encouragement. I start slow, letting my tongue swirl around the head, teasing the slit, savoring the way his hips twitch beneath me. My hand wraps around the base, pumping him in time with my mouth. His fingers grip my hair, not pulling yet, but holding on like he’s afraid I’ll disappear.

“Ready to surrender yet?”

I take him deeper, inch by inch, until I feel him hit the back of my throat. My eyes water, but I don’t stop. I fucking love the way he fills me, the way he throbs against my tongue. His cock is a dream, and I can’t get enough of it. I suck harder, bobbing my head faster now, and his grip tightens in my hair.

“Yes.” His voice cracks. “You’re trying to break me.”

“Returning the favor,” I moan around him, the vibration making him curse even louder.

His hips start to buck as he fucks my mouth, and I let him. I let him take control, let him use me until he’s panting and shaking below me. I can feel him getting closer, his cock twitching in my mouth, and I double down, sucking him deeper, harder.

“Fuck, Billie,” he hisses. “I’m …”

“Mmm.” I nod, slowing down to a snail’s pace.

His body trembles as I teeter him on the edge for minutes as he holds my hair tight. I pull away, smirking, denying him his orgasm.

“Not in my mouth,” I say.

His eyes darken, swirling with something I can’t describe.

“I want you inside of me. Claim me, Ash,” I whisper.

He shakes his head. “I wasn’t prepared.”

“I’m on birth control. I want to feel you with nothing between us. Just me and you, Ash.”

He nods, giving me the permission I need.

The room is alive with the flicker of firelight, and the rain taps against the windows. It’s dreamy and warm. Wax has begun pooling around the candles, and the air smells like sex and sin.

My breath is ragged, my chest heaving as I press him down onto his back on the rug. My knees dig into the plush fibers as I straddle him. His body is a fucking masterpiece under me: broad shoulders, a chest carved from granite, and that cock—Christ, his cock—thick and straining against my thigh, already leaking pre-cum like a goddamn faucet. I don’t let him enter me yet.

My hand dips between my legs and wraps around him, squeezing just enough to make him hiss, his hips bucking up into my grip.

“I want you buried so deep inside me that I can feel you in the back of my fucking throat.”

“Fuck, you’re a goddamn tease,” he groans.

His hands grab my hips, fingers digging into my skin like he’s trying to mark me, to claim me. I don’t let up, stroking him slow and deliberate against my pussy, randomly swiping my thumb over the sensitive tip, spreading that slick wetness down his shaft. He trembles underneath me, muscles strained, his veins bulging, and I can feel every inch of him suspended. He’s already so damn close that I can see him fighting for control.

“Don’t you fucking come,” I whisper, leaning down. My lips brush his ear. “But you want to, don’t you? Want to spill yourself all over me? Inside me? Too fucking bad. You’re mine tonight—every inch of you—and I decide when you get to feel good after how you teased me for years.”

I bite his earlobe hard enough to make him curse, and his hips jerk again, his cock twitching in my hand.

“I’m in control, Asher Maxwell Banks,” I state.

His eyes are wild, pupils blown wide with need, defiance, and pure desperation. He’s exactly where I want him.

I straddle him fully now, my thighs framing his hips, and I grindmyself against him, letting him feel how wet I am. The friction against my clit is electric, and I moan, my head falling back as I rub against him shamelessly.

“Bad fucking girl,” he mutters, his hands moving to my ass, pulling me harder against him. “You’re so fucking wet.”

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