Page 87 of The Boss

He places his hands under my thighs and lifts them.

Then he dives in, devouring me like it’s his last meal.

He doesn’t come up for air, and I’m a moaning mess. I can't control it anymore.

I’m about to come when he pulls back. I give him a pouting look.

“Nuh huh, I want you to come on my cock,” he says as he gets up.

He goes back to the nightstand and grabs a condom.

I watch as he rolls the condom on and then he strokes his cock.

He comes back to me; we’re both damp with sweat, and he moves the strands of my hair that are covering my face. I moan at the touch.

“Look at you, you can’t help but moan for my cock.”

“Gino, please,” I rasp.

“Aww, bella, are you begging?”

I arch my back, needing him to let me come.

“Please,” I whimper.

“Hmm, I might make you wait,” he says, smirking. We both know he won’t make me wait.

“Gino, please, I need to come.” I play into his desire for me to beg.

“Oh, so you are going to beg,” he smirks.

He waits what feels like minutes; it’s probably seconds before he drives into me.

“Fuck, Jules,” he groans as he thrusts.

“Don’t stop,” I call out.

He smirks and kisses me fiercely.

We’re both moaning into each other.

“Please, Gino,” I whisper.

“Please what?”

“Don’t stop,” I’m begging now, and I don’t regret it.

I can barely keep my eyes open from the pleasure. I want to touch him. I want to feel him.

“Tell me you’re close; I can’t hold on much longer,” he grits out.

“I’m close,” I breathe out. “Don’t stop.”

And after a few more thrusts, we’re both unravelling.

He falls onto me, and we’re both breathing heavily and sweatier than we were before.

He moves his hands and unties the silk tie over my wrists. I let my hands fall onto his back.