Page 50 of Bossy Trouble

Donovan was sitting and leaning back with his head on the couch, his legs spread open, his arms at his side. Even though just a few short seconds ago, I knew we’d all fit on the small sofa, he somehow seemed so huge now that he dwarfed the small space.

Even in my home, he looked every inch like the king of his castle waiting to be attended to by his concubine.

And the thought of me being the one to do it got me a little hot.

He turned to the side to snag my gaze with his. I swallowed as my heart beat out of my chest.

“Avery’s in bed,” I told him, starting to talk out of pure nervousness.

“Good,” he said. “Come here.”

I swallowed as I obliged, feeling my heartbeat accelerate as I walked to where he sat. Before I could take a seat beside him, he shook his head, patting his lap instead.

I swallowed again, warred with myself for a few seconds, then sat.

I nearly jumped at the significant bulge under my thigh. He was hard. And huge. It sent my pulse skyrocketing even higher.

He watched me without saying anything, and his regard made me even more nervous. I searched for something else to say to fill the silence, but my mind was pulling up blanks.

His hand came up to the side of my face, and his big palm cupped my cheek, pulling my eyes to his.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?” he asked, and my heart fluttered.

His voice seemed to whisper throughout my skin, and I nearly shivered from the feel of it. I also felt the intensity of his gaze on every part of my body. Everything about Donovan was so potent that it felt like he was filling up the room.

“Those eyes, this skin.” His hands trailed down to my mouth, and his eyes darkened significantly. “These lips.”

He ran his thumb over my bottom lip, and I instinctively took it into my mouth, running my tongue over the digit.

His cock jerked under me. “Damn.”

Invigorated by his curse, I began sucking even more, running my tongue all over his finger. I kept my eyes on him as I did, watching his eyes get darker. It made me even bolder, pulling on his finger, nipping it, then holding it between my teeth.

“You’re a bad girl,” he growled, and I agreed. I certainly felt very naughty right now, and it was all because of him.

I kissed his neck, slowly making my way down to his chest. I broke eye contact to unbutton his shirt, slightly embarrassed to see my hand shaking. My desire far overweighed my shame, though. I needed to see him, to touch him. I wanted to experience being with him again.

Lust slammed into me when his chest came into view, chiseled with a light dusting of hair in the middle of it. There was a sheen of sweat on his sculpted abs, and I followed my instinct, leaning down to lick it.

I looked up at him after I did.

There was a fire in his eyes.

More. I need more.

My fingers traveled down hastily to unbuckle his trousers before reaching inside to touch his cock. He made a deep sound from his chest at the contact, but apart from that, he said nothing. I tried to bring him out, but it was impossible on my own—there was just too much of him to get out without fully unzipping the pants. Frustrated, I fumbled around a little until he had to lift himself slightly from the couch so I could move around. And then I started pulling his cock inch by inch out of his pants.

And it was a lot of inches.

I’d seen his cock before and felt it in me, but staring at it now was still something. My pussy spasmed with need and desire.

God, I can’t believe that was inside me.

And I can’t wait until it’s inside me again.

The mushroom tip was leaking precum, and I took it as an invitation. I leaned in and swiped my tongue over the head.

He groaned.

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