Page 50 of Bossy Wicked Prince

He circles my clit, pressing a little harder this time. I sigh heavily and he makes a low grunt of approval. He plays with me patiently, experimenting to see what I like. When he gets the pressure just right, I moan again. This time, I don’t hold back.

“God, Nate, yes!”

Without warning, he slides one thick finger deep inside me, and I freeze. It’s not that it doesn’t feel good—it feelsamazing.It’s just, I haven’t had anything inside me but me vibrator for so long, and now I’m letting my boss finger fuck me?

I know Nate can feel my tension because he nuzzles my neck. “Color, Kitten?”

“P-pink.”

“Mmmmm,” he moans against me.

He lightly scrapes his teeth against my earlobe. “Please, let me show you how grateful I am. Let me make you feel good.”

Every word undoes my doubt about what we’re doing. I’m not in this alone. Maybe it’s wrong, but if I’m pleasing Nate by letting him touch me…that’s exactly what I want to do. I crave every word of his praise. I let go of my resistance and force my muscles to relax.

“That’s it. Just relax and let me take control.”

And that’s exactly what I do.

With his arms wrapped around me to keep me steady and his voice whispering filthy praise in my ear, everything else turns to static. I let Nate take complete control of my body, and he doesn’t let me down. He falls into a rhythm of fucking me with shallow thrusts of his finger, curling it to hit a spot inside me that makes my vision go blurry.

When he adds the press of his thumb to my clit, I buck against the glass.

He reaches up from holding me against the glass by the hip to bracket his fingers gently around my throat. His touch is warm and claiming, but not constricting.

“Still pink?”

I nod, moaning.

“Good, breathe with me, Kitten. In…”

I struggle to take a full breath with what he’s doing between my legs causing tremors to wrack my lungs, but I try.

“Hold,” he orders, and squeezes my throat gently, putting pressure along the sides of my neck in a way that makes my heart beat loud in my ears and the pulsing come harder between my thighs.

“And out,” he says huskily as he loosens his hold, setting his hand against my clavicle. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Kitten.”

He suckles at the spot just below my right ear, leading me up to the edge of what I can handle.

“I think you can take another finger, Kitten,” he murmurs.

I groan inarticulately, since apparently I’m incapable of speech. He presses a second finger into my tight pussy and moans. I can feel the vibrations from his chest against my back.

“Such a greedy little pussy.” His voice sounds strained, which sends a jolt of satisfaction through me. Nate’s just as affected by this as I am.

His hips move against me, grinding his hard cock against my ass to the same rhythm he’s using with his fingers. I lean against the glass, letting my body go flat against it.

“Color?” he whispers huskily.

“P-pink.”

And I don’t care who sees me anymore.

Let them think I belong to Nathaniel Walsh.

Would that be so bad?

“Hands on the pane, Kitten,” he orders, his breath fogging the surface beside my cheek. “Eyes up. Watch what you do to me.”