Page 42 of One More Bad Boy

I let the belt fall loudly to the floor. She glanced at it, then me. “You’re staring at me with the eyes of someone who’s fantasized about fucking her boss. I’m asking when you first thought about it.”

“I—Bach, it’s not like that.”

“Then you don’t want to fuck me?”

She went red as a strawberry. “Ishouldn’tsleep with you.”

I smirked. “Probably not.”

“I’m starting to forget why I came up here.”

My hands landed hard on either side of her on my bed. I brought my nose near hers, my voice a soft hiss that made her lips tremble. God, she wanted to kiss me sobad.“Let me remind you, sugar.” I collapsed on top of her, my weight pressing onto her chest in a way I could tell she enjoyed, because she moaned down my throat. It was as if her body craved the sensation of being crushed.

All of her tiny movements... the hints that I was driving her wild... only made me want her more. My cock was pulsing so violently it was painful. I needed more of this woman, more than I ever expected. Maybe more than she had to give.

Gripping the small remote on my bedside table, I aimed it at the light fixture in the ceiling. “No,” she breathed. “Leave the lights on. I don’t want to hide.”

My fingers twitched on the remote. Gazing at Amina stretched under me in her black bra and matching boy-cut panties, I experienced a sensation of becoming tighter. From the stem of my cock, then beyond, to my blood and bone. “You’re right,” I whispered, “Neither of us should bother trying that anymore.”

I threw the remote aside; it clattered distantly on my rug. Amina arched up into me, our hot skin creating friction as we collided. The weight of my own cock against my inner thigh was distracting. I could tell she felt it as I ground against her.

She hooked her fingers in my pants, easing them down my legs. I chuckled darkly when she gave my ass a squeeze as she moved over it. Kicking my feet until I was free of my pants, I reached down to adjust myself in my tight briefs. When I rolled my hips, my cock-head sandwiched between us both. “Ah!” Amina whimpered, meeting my dry-humping with her own eager movements.

With deliberate care, I made sure to grind my erection against her clit through her panties. Even through the material, it was clear she was soaked. “Fuck,” I said, looking her straight in the eye. “I can’t wait to see how hot you get once I’m actually inside of you.”

“Jesus,” she whispered.

“Wrong guy,” I teased, kissing her neck. “But you can pray to me if you insist.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“Don’t be jealous. You’ll be full of me soon, too.”

Her thighs wrapped around my middle so she could rub her cunt harder against me. The bolt of pleasure that moved from my dick to my brain was so intense my eyes fluttered. “Less talk, more action,” she demanded.

I pushed her further up the bed until she was resting on my pillows. It angled her face closer to mine, allowed me to inspect the way her pupils were dilated by arousal. “Eager as you are, I don’t think you actually want me to stop talking.”

Amina inhaled a small, sharp breath.

“Yeah,” I whispered, smirking with satisfaction. I traced two fingers down her temple, then across her bottom lip. She whimpered deliciously. “I think you love when I talk to you. You like my filthy mouth, don’t you, sugar?”

Her cheeks burned brighter. Suddenly, she couldn’t look at me. Settling back so I was kneeling over her legs, I waited for her to watch me instead of my walls. It took her a few seconds, but eventually, she did. “Amina, what’s going on?”

“I... don’t know what you mean.”

“Am I pushing you too hard?”

“What? No!”

“Then why are you acting like my wallpaper is immensely interesting?”

Her teeth dug into the corner of her mouth. “I’m sorry. Can we just go back to kissing?”

“Yeah. Yeah, alright.” But it wasn’t alright. Something was bothering her.Since when do you care about what someone is thinking during sex?Wrapping my hand in her hair, I drew her off the pillows for a light kiss. Amina didn’t want light, though; she yanked me against her violently. Her tongue circled mine, bringing my taste buds to life.

I followed her cue, letting her lead our dance. It reminded me of earlier in the night, how we’d tested each other on the dance-floor at the gala. And like then, I let her think she was in charge. But was that the truth here, in my own bed?

I ruled like the emperor of the fucking world.

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