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“Not yet. We’ll come together this time.” He doesn’t slow down, though; instead, he increases the pace of his thrusts even more. His movements are wild and frenzied now.
As we continue to move together, my climax is so damn close I don’t think I can hold back.
His chest covers my back. His palms rest on the mattress beside my face as he moves in and out of me.
Our bodies are slick with sweat.
He reaches between my legs, holding himself up with his other powerful arm. But when he circles my clit, shockwaves of bliss burst through every inch of my body.
“Come for me again,” he commands, before he sucks on the back of neck.
His fingers slide to where we meet as his mouth licks up my flesh until he whispers in my ear, “Come hard for your boss.”
I know there’s no stopping my next orgasm. It’s right on the edge, waiting for his permission…his command.
“Come around my cock. Squeeze every last drop out of me. Come for me now.”
It’s all it takes. I scream out, “West.”
He continues to thrust into me, taking my climax to a place where it feels there is no end.
And when he stiffens above me, I moan, “Come for me."
“Fuck!” he calls out as his body convulses while his hot cum spills deep inside of me. It’s nothing short of pure ecstasy.
His body shudders as he keeps releasing inside of me. I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I’ve brought him to this point.
He groans as he collapses on top of me, and I fall on the bed with him on top of my back.
We lay there for a moment, our bodies still joined together as we catch our breaths. But within minutes, West crawls down my body until he is between my legs, his eyes fixated on my pussy.
His hands stroke up my thighs until his thumbs slide over thighs and he spreads my legs apart
“Your pussy looks so beautiful covered in my cum.” His voice is so low and husky as he slides his fingers through the slick, pushing it back inside me.
And I’m beginning to realize West is not only powerful, and dominant, but that he likes to push boundaries. And as much as it scares me a little, I can’t help but be turned on.
I’m drifting off, utterly spent, when his strong arms lift me up. West cradles me against his chest as he carries me to the bathroom. My eyes flutter open as he steps into the tub, still holding me close.
Warm water envelops us as he settles into the water, keeping me nestled in his lap. I let out a contented sigh, resting my head on his chest.
“You okay, Princess?” he murmurs as his fingers trace lazy patterns on my arms.
I nod, too relaxed for words. The gentle lapping of the water and West’s steady heartbeat lull me into a peaceful daze.
He reaches for a washcloth, and with such tenderness he cleans my skin with reverent touches. I’ve never felt so cherished, so protected. It’s a far cry from the calculated arrangement we’d agreed to.
West presses a kiss to my temple. “I’ve got you,” he whispers.
Those simple words make my chest tighten with emotion. I turn my face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. “Thank you.”
His arms tighten around me in response.
“Thank you,” he says.
I pull back, searching his face for clarity. “What are you thanking me for?” Uncertainty wrapping around my words.
His gaze softens, but intense heat flickers in his eyes. “For being you.” He lets out a soft laugh, brushing a damp strand of hair from my forehead. “For trusting me.”