Page 41 of Dating the Boss
Another unfiltered laugh left him. “Regina was in band. She played the clarinet. So, I know the song quite well.”
“Good.” I returned his grin. “Your friendship has been accepted.”
“Just friends, huh?” Daniel scissored his fingers, his cupid bow lips parting as his eyes fell to my mouth. “Are you sure that’s all you want?”
“What I want,” I gripped the top of his shoulder, “is for you to be inside me. Now.”
His teasing smile faded as he withdrew his hand and grabbed the condom, locking eyes with me as he tore it open with his teeth. He shoved down his boxer briefs, and his dick bounced free. Abigdick. Holy fuck. It didn’t look too big for me to handle, though. I wassoup for the challenge.
My ass was already aching at the thought of it.
“Nervous?” Daniel whispered. I met his concerned gaze. “We don’t have to do this, Reed.”
He’d misunderstood my expression.
“I’m not nervous,” I said, dancing my fingertips up his toned chest and resting them at the junction of his neck and shoulder. “I want this. I wantyou.”
Daniel kissed me softly, tenderly, as he pushed his hips forward. It stung as the thick head of his dick breached my entrance, and I couldn’t stop the small whimper that escaped me. He stopped moving and slid a hand around my neck to cup the back of my head.
My heart fluttered when he pressed soft kisses to my temple.
I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle. My fantasies had always involved him throwing me around and fucking me into oblivion. Not… this. He was like a gentle giant. I rested my face against his collarbone to hide my quivering lip. He’d only been inside me for a handful of seconds, but it already felt different than other times I’d fucked.
It felt… special.
“Want me to stop?” he asked in a voice as soft as his touches.
I shook my head and wrapped an arm around him, gripping his lower back. “I’m okay.”
More than okay.
Daniel slowly pushed forward, kissing my temple, cheek, and jaw as he stretched me wider. I groaned when my body stopped fighting against him and instead pulled him in deeper. He groaned too… and the sound shot to my dick.
“That was hot,” I said.
“What was?”
“Your groan.” I tugged him forward, making his dick go deeper. “Even hotter that I’m the one who made you do it. I hope you don’t hold any of them back. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”
“I’m sure the other guests would have other thoughts on the matter,” he said, then sucked in a breath when I rolled my hips up.
“I don’t care what they think. All I care about is you and me, in this bed.”
Daniel kissed me and rocked his hips forward.
Having this sometimes intimidating, beautiful man treat me so gently did things to me I never expected. I didn’t just want to get off; I wanted to see pleasure wash across his handsome face, wanted to hear his grunts and groans as his thick cock shot his load. I cared about his pleasure too.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I said, sliding my hand to his cheek.
He turned his face and pressed a kiss to my palm, the center of his brow creasing as he emitted another soft moan. My body was on fire in the best way, heat and lust radiating through my veins as we moved together, the room filling with ragged breaths and the slight creaking of the bed.
“You feel amazing,” Daniel said, his breath rough.
I curled my fingers in his hair and smiled up at him. “Show me how much.”
A raspy laugh left him as he increased his pace, fucking me just a bit faster. Harder. He hit my sweet spot, and my damn toes curled. I was just about to shove a hand down my stomach to stroke myself when he did it first. He lifted himself up with one arm, still rocking into me, and gripped my dick, giving me quick jerks.
“Shit!” I clamped my teeth down on my knuckle to keep from being too loud. He’d had a point earlier. With it not even being noon yet, the other guests certainly didn’t need to hear how amazing it felt to have him pound my ass into the mattress.
