Page 91 of Boss of Me
“Yes,” I keen, throwing back my head. “Oh, my God, yes!”
“You feel so fucking good, Marlowe,” he growls fiercely. “Your body was made for me. You know that, don’t you? You can never belong to anyone else.”
“Never,” I gasp, agreeing wholeheartedly.
He moves faster, fucking me harder. I moan incoherently and lower my upper body, sinking from my hands to my elbows. He keeps one hand on my hip and brings the other around to squeeze my achy breast as he pummels my ass, forcing me to take each powerful slam of his cock.
I’ve never experienced anything like this before. It’s too good. Too raw. Too much.
“That’s it,” he rasps, now gripping my ass cheeks hard enough to leave handprints. “That’s it, baby, fuck me back.”
I groan his name, pussy throbbing and toes curling. When I look over my shoulder at him, his skin is sweaty and glistening in the moonlight, pecs bulging, abs contracting, his possessive gaze locked on mine.
“My dirty fucking girl. I knew you’d love it. I knew you’d love having my cock up your ass.” He wraps my hair around his fist and tugs until my back arches like a bow. “You take my cock so good, sweet girl. I’m gonna come so hard in your hot little hole.”
I bite my lip hard, trying not to scream. Just because his household employees know we’re involved doesn’t mean I want them to hear us having no-holds-barred sex.
“Don’t get quiet on me,” Gunner scolds darkly. “Tell me how you’re feeling. Tell me what you need.”
“More,” I pant, breathless. “Give me more.”
“Such a greedy little girl.” He plows into me over and over, his hips slapping loudly against my ass. I sob with pleasure, slamming my hips back into his, desperate for an orgasm that’s just out of reach.
“Fucking hell, kitten.”
The night air is filled with our gasps and groans, the pounding of skin against skin, the steady creak of the lounge chair. Sweat trickles between my breasts, drips from my nipples and runs in rivulets down to my fluttering pussy.
“Gunner . . . oh please . . . oh God.” I arch my back, crying out his name, begging for release.
He groans his pleasure. “Almost there, angel. So fucking close.”
My breath escapes on a whine as he pounds deeper into me, his balls smacking my clit with every long stroke of his thick hard length. I thrust back against him as he reaches between my legsand strums my swollen clit, then slides two fingers inside my creamy pussy, possessing me every which way he can.
“Come for me, Marlowe,” he commands in a raspy voice. “Let me feel your tight little ass squeeze my cock when you lose control.”
I let out a throaty choking sob as the dam finally breaks, my thighs shaking so hard it rocks my whole body.
“That’s it, angel,” Gunner croons, his thumb working my clit.
I throw back my head, my climax forcing a scream from my tight throat.
“That’s right, baby, scream for me. Scream my name so everyone will know exactlywho you belong to.”
“Gunner,” I wail, trembling violently from the strength and ferocity of my orgasm. The first one is still tearing through my body when another hits me out of nowhere. I sob loud and long, tears of ecstasy streaming down my face.
Gunner growls and shudders against me, hips bucking in a wild fury. Then he thunders out an animal groan, pumping his hot seed into my asshole. With his fingers buried in my pussy and his cock in my ass, he comes and comes until I’m full to the brim and his balls are drained.
We collapse together on the lounger, his heavy body sprawling on top of me. We’re both panting hard, the smell of sweat and raw sex permeating the humid night.
Gunner kisses my shoulder, his chest vibrating against my back as he rumbles, “I was rough with you.”
“Is that an apology?”
“Do you want one?”
“Did you hear me complaining?”
“No.” He smiles against my skin. “You’re phenomenal.”
