Page 91 of Bound to Him
He reached behind me and shoved the stack of paperwork on his desk and it fell to the floor, some of it fluttering halfway across the room. I laughed when he broke the kiss to glare at the documents.
“Antoine is going to be so pissed that you messed them up.”
“He’ll get over it. I have the perfect excuse.” He seized me around the waist and threw me on the desk, my spine knocking against the hard surface. It hurt, but I didn’t care. Some of the chains hanging off me clinked against the wood and pressed into my back. “I have a partner to fuck.”
“Yes, you do.” I pushed the laptop to the side so it was mostly out of the way. “Show me what you think about me in all your gifts.”
He smirked and stepped back. I didn’t think he could get undressed so fast, but he stripped his suit off in record time. His dick was hard and curved upward, long and flushed at the head, and my mouth watered. I wanted him in my holes, I didn’t care which one. It was a shame he couldn’t be in both at the same time.
He leaned over me, dragged me up so we were chest to chest, and kissed me hard. His mouth marked mine with his taste and touch, and in a simple act, I knew I was his in every way. He dominated me. Claimed me. He tugged at the chain around my neck and the silver dug into my skin and it was perfect.
He yanked my underwear, the material ripping as though made of paper, and I groaned. They were so nice.
“I’ll replace them.”
I laughed and let him kiss me again.
I didn’t know when I closed my eyes, but when I opened them again, he’d moved away and grabbed lube from a drawer, showing me with a wicked grin.
“Yes, please.” I spread my legs, pressing the arches of my feet against the edge of the desk. Luckily it was big enough for me, and sturdy enough I wasn’t afraid it was going to break.
He flipped open the lid and squirted lube on his fingers. I expected him to just slather up and drill into me, but to my surprise, he took the time to finger me open. There was something gentle about the way he scissored me while staring into my eyes, as though he wanted me to know how much I meant to him, and I felt every emotion passing between us. At this point, I’d do anything he asked. He was mine as much as I was his.
“Ready?” he asked in his gruff Texan drawl that had my toes curling.
“Please.” I spread my legs wider, and he shoved himself between them, and then he lifted my ankles to his shoulders and he was pushing in. Even though we’d started mostly gentle, Alton didn’t stay like that for long. The passion was too hot and soon we were fucking hard. His dick speared me open and he hit my prostate with nearly every thrust. We moved as one, rocking against the desk and making more of his belongings fall to the floor. It was bliss, and it only took a few strokes of his hand on my cock before I was coming.
Spunk shot from my slit, covering our bellies, and I shuddered through my release, murmuring his name.
It didn’t take him long before his cum filled me and his face was buried against my neck. He whispered, “Mine,” and all I could do was hum in agreement.
I was Alton Bouchard’s in every way.
“Marry me,” he said against the skin of my throat.
“What?” I grabbed some of the red strands of his hair between my fingers and pulled him back so we were staring at each other.
“Marry me.” His lips twisted nervously. “For real this time. I want you as mine forever. I want you to call me your husband again.”
My heart pounded and my breath left me as excitement and love swirled inside. For a moment I didn’t think I could talk. When I did, I said, “One condition.”
He cupped my cheek. “Anything.”
“We get married in Texas. Only family and friends. No business partners or media or anyone we aren’t close to. It’sourwedding, not a show we’re putting on.” I leaned into his palm and closed my eyes, breathing him in. He was proposing to me with his softening dick still in my hole, but I didn’t care.
He chuckled quietly. “Perfect.”
I blinked my eyes open again and tilted my chin. “Then I want nothing more,husband.”
“I love you, Noah Bouchard.”
“Love you, too. Now kiss me.”
He obliged.
EPILOGUE
ALTON
