Page 46 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

“Thank you, S,” I murmured, gripping her hips and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Her head fell back the second my tongue touched her. I groaned against her, savoring her taste, teasing her with slow strokes.

Her hands fisted in my hair, her thighs trembling on either side of my face as I worked her over, licking, sucking, drinking in every little gasp and moan.

I could feel how close she was, the way her body tensed, how she tried to hold back.

I picked up the pace, focusing on her hypersensitive nub.

That was all it took.

She shattered beneath me, crying out my name as she came, her body arching and her fingers pulling at my hair.

I didn’t stop, didn’t let up until she was trembling, gasping for air.

Only then did I rise to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, smirking at the wrecked expression on her face.

She blinked up at me, still catching her breath, but then her eyes darkened.

Her hands reached for my jeans. She undid them with shaking fingers, pushing them down along with my boxers.

And then she was on me, her mouth warm and eager, taking me in.

A deep groan rumbled from my chest as her tongue flicked over the head of my cock, teasing, torturing. My hands found her hair, threading through the strands as I fought to keep my control.

But I was already too far gone.

“Sadie,” I growled, pulling her up, flipping us so she was beneath me, sprawled out on my bed, flushed and wanting.

I kissed her again, deep and desperate, positioning myself between her thighs.

“Tell me you want this,” I murmured against her lips, my cock pressing against her slick entrance.

“Yes,” she whispered, her nails digging into my back. “I want you, Kai.”

That was all I needed.

I sank into her slowly, groaning at the way she stretched around me, at how perfect she felt.

Her breath caught, her fingers gripping me tighter, her legs wrapping around my waist.

I started moving, slow at first, savoring the sounds she made, the way her body responded to mine. But then she arched up, meeting me thrust for thrust, and I lost all semblance of control.

We moved together, fast and desperate, like we were making up for lost time. The bed creaked beneath us. The air was thick with heat, with our ragged breaths and the sound of skin against skin.

I felt her tighten around me, knew she was close again.

I groaned, my fingers finding her clit, circling it in time with my thrusts.

She gasped and her nails sank into my shoulders, her body arching against mine.

But then—just as I felt her teetering on the edge—she surprised me.

With a sudden shift, a roll of her hips, she flipped us.

I barely had time to register the loss of her heat before she was on top of me, thighs bracketing my hips, her palms pressed to my chest.

Fuck.

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