Page 188 of Boss of Me

She gasps, her fingers curling into my shoulders for support.

I lift her over my aching cock and slowly lower her, groaning at her slick heat and tightness, an intoxicatingly perfect fit.

The rest of the world falls away as I begin thrusting into her, feeling her pulse around me.

“I can’t wait for you to have my babies,” I whisper against her mouth.

“Oh wow,” she breathes, eyes glimmering. “Just how many babies are we talking about?”

“At least three. Like we agreed.”

“What about two?” she says just to be contrary, because that’s how it is with us. “Two is a nice even number.”

“So is four.”

She grins. “Smartass.”

I chuckle hoarsely. I’m already fighting off an orgasm because she feels so damn incredible, and even our playful bickering turns me the hell on.

She bites my lip and smirks. “I’m going to start wearing pants over long johns when I come here. You need to work a little harder to get—ahhh,” she moans when I thrust deeper, circling my hips to exploit a different angle.

“What were you saying?” I taunt as she ripples hotly around my cock. “Something about me working harder? I’m literally the hardest working man you know.”

Her hands grip my shirt at the shoulders as I pump faster. “Keep talking and no more nooners for you,” she chokes out breathlessly. “In fact?—”

When I hit her sweet spot, her mouth falls open in a littleOand she makes a sound that tightens my balls painfully—an acceptable consequence.

When I slowly withdraw to the tip before plunging back inside, she shudders against me and groans, “You’re such a bad man.”

“No, baby,” I whisper on my next deep thrust, “I’m just a man in love.”