Page 74 of 21 Nights with Billionaire Boss

“No, I want to hear it.”

“Let’s just…” She slides off the counter. Her arms wind around my neck and her legs around my waist. She bounces on my dick, her moans loud in the otherwise quiet kitchen.

I let it go on. If precum could burn through fabric, my cock would no doubt be lodged into her tight seeking hole and fucking her senseless.

I grab her ass and help her ride me, faster, harder. She’s breathless with need, her movements turning disjointed. It’s a fucking struggle not to strip off and plunge into her.

But losing myself in the moment would do us no good, so I grab her hips to stop her movements, then I place her back on the island.

She fights me, but I hold steady and finally, she gives up, resting her ass against the surface but bathing my neck with long licks.

My balls tremble with the thought of that overactive tongue on my cock. Rolling around the head, down the veiny stalk, her eyes looking up at me.

I give in for a second and thrust forward, meeting her heat. It’s so good I thrust again.

Maddie’s hands start to descend when I catch myself.

“No.” I grab her hands. “Maddie, look at me.”

Her eyelids flutter open. Eyes glazed with lust slide over my face and stop at my lips. She licks hers and starts to lean in.

“No.” My voice is hoarse with restrained need. I want to give in to whatever madness is pulling us together, but I need to know she’s all in. “Do you want this?”

She swallows. “Yes.”

“It’s me fucking you, Maddie. I’ll have my cock deep inside you and you won’t know where you start or I end.”

Her eyes sparkle with lust. “Yes.”

“And you won’t regret it?”

She shakes her head firmly.

“I need to hear it.”

“I won’t,” she breathes.

I smile. “Say it.”

A line forms between her brows before she gets it. “I won’t regret you fucking me, Chance.”

My cock surges to life, straining against the towel.

“I mean it.” She scooches forward and places her hands on my chest. “I want you deep inside me. So deep it hurts. I want the hurt. It’ll feel so good coming from you.”

“Maddie.” I drop my gaze because I’m barely able to maintain control with the words she’s saying.

“Fuck me, Chance,” she says with a small whimper. “Give it to me so good.”

I snatch her off the island and then I’m heading to the bedroom. She clings to me, letting me feel all of her. I can’t get there fast enough.

Once I have the door shut behind me, I slow down, placing her on the bed. She falls back against the pillows, splayed open before me.

Her eyes are closed and her body thrums with anticipation.

I need to be inside her now, but I also want the moment to last. It’s always been rushed between us—in the garden, the office, but for the first time, I have her in my bed.

She blinks open and meets my eyes.