Page 6 of Stuck with my Boss Daddies

His thumb brushed over the scar again before he slowly lowered his head, pressing his lips against it.

A shiver raced through me—not from embarrassment, but from the sheer tenderness of it.

He kissed along the mark with a reverence that made my breath hitch, made my throat tighten in a way I wasn’t prepared for.

“It’s part of you,” he murmured against my skin. “And you’re beautiful.”

I let out a shaky breath, unable to find the words to respond.

So instead, I cupped his face, guiding him back to me and kissing him with everything I had.

Samuel growled into my mouth, his control snapping as he grabbed my waist and lifted me, carrying me toward the bed.

We crashed onto the mattress, his body pressing me down, his weight solid and intoxicating.

His hands tore at my jeans, dragging them down my legs. His impatience sent a thrill through me. I barely had time to kick them away before his hands found my thighs, spreading me open beneath him.

“Fuck, look at you,” he rasped, his eyes dark and hungry as he trailed his fingers over the damp lace of my panties. “You really are smoking hot, darlin’.”

I arched into his touch, heat pooling low in my belly. “Then stop teasing.”

Samuel smirked. “Not a chance.”

Before I could protest, he slid down my body, pressing kisses to my stomach, my hips, his fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties and pulling them down with agonizing slowness.

His breath was hot against my skin as he settled between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still.

And then his mouth was on me.

A sharp gasp tore from my throat as he licked a slow, teasing stripe through my slick folds. His tongue circled my clit, soft and insistent, before sucking it into his mouth, and I nearly came off the bed.

My fingers tangled in his hair, my hips bucking against his face, but he held me firm, pinning me down as he devoured me.

“Oh, fuck… Samuel…”

He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my body.

He was relentless, his tongue and lips working me into a frenzy, pushing me higher and higher until I was trembling beneath him, panting his name like a prayer.

“You taste so good, Sadie,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. “Come for me.”

And I did.

The orgasm crashed over me, sharp and consuming, my entire body tensing before shattering apart. Samuel didn’t stop, didn’t slow, drawing out every last aftershock until I was a trembling mess beneath him.

When he finally pulled away, his lips glistened with my release, and his eyes were dark with need. “You’re fucking perfect.”

I barely had time to catch my breath before he was on me again, his mouth crushing against mine.

I tasted myself on his lips, and the rawness of it sent another pulse of desire through me. I reached between us, my fingers fumbling with his belt, desperate to feel him, to have him inside me.

Samuel groaned as I freed him, his cock hot and heavy in my hand.

“Turn over,” he ordered, his voice rough.

I obeyed without hesitation, pressing my chest to the mattress and arching my hips toward him.

A sharp smack landed on my ass, making me gasp.

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