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Her pussy clenching tightly on my cock every time she lowered herself down.
She was fucking mesmerising.
“Ah, Theo, I—”
My grip on her hips tightened, and I leant forward and kissed her, sweeping my tongue against hers, swallowing her words. “Do it. Let go. Come for me, baby.”
She rocked, her pussy getting tighter and tighter, and I clenched my jaw yet again as my own orgasm threatened to spill over. I couldn’t—wouldn’t—until she’d gone first.
“You, too.” She rested her hand on the side of my neck, touching her lips to mine. “Ah! You—you, too.”
Shit.
Fuck.
I held her hips in place and thrust into her, burying my cock deep inside, over and over. Her entire body tensed, and every moan that escaped her pretty little mouth became higher and more desperate until finally, she broke, crying out with her back arched.
My balls tightened as I released my own, and the groan of my orgasm mixed with her breathless whimpers. She let go of the headboard and collapsed onto me. Her entire body was trembling, and I slid my hands up from her hips and wrapped my arms around her, cradling her close to me as she pressed her face against the curve of my neck.
Fuck work.
I wanted to stay like this with her forever.
Connected with her, without an inch of space between our bodies, where I could fool myself into thinking that her heart felt something for me, too.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE – CHLOE
The Problem With Kinks
My vagina was going to need a week to recover from the pounding it’d had.
The literal pounding.
I should have known that Theodore Black would be a beast in bed. And he was—an unapologetic, dirty-talking, boob-biting, horny beast.
Not only was I struggling to come to terms with the fact that my boss had given me the best sex of my life, but I also couldn’t get his words out of my mind.
Starting withgood girl.
Now, I’ll be honest. It wasn’t a kink I knew I had. It wasn’t anything I’d even remotely considered a kink for me—I’d heard it before in bed and it’d done absolutely nothing for me.
So, why was it that hearing the words ‘good girl’ come out of Theo’s mouth turned me absolutely feral?
Because that was what had happened. The moment he’d uttered those words for the first time last night, I’d turned into a feral, horny little woman. I’d gone from ‘Fine, I’ll do as you say,’ to, ‘Holy shit, yes, please order me around some more.’
Considering I was resigning as his secretary to getawayfrom his incessant demands, it was quite the turn up for the books.
Mostly because I wanted him to tell me what to do again just so I could feel him grab my hips and call me a good girl again.
Likeyes, sir. I will do literally whatever you want just to hear those words out of your dirty mouth again. I’d even seriously consider licking his feet if he asked me, and feet weredefinitelynot in my kink repertoire.
See?
Feral.
I was fuckingferal.
Worse than that was when he’d called me baby. Those four stupid little words of, “Come for me, baby,” had tipped me over the fucking edge and pulled me back up again, only to push me back once more.
