Page 546 of Manhattan Bossholes

“Come and get me.” She smiled as she spread her legs wider apart.

I was damn close to bursting. The taste of her still on my tongue and the sight of her perfect pussy so close nearly sent me over the edge without even touching her. I grabbed her ankle, then found my position between her legs.

“Now?” I asked, lowering myself so that I could tease her with the tip of my cock.

“You’re killing me,” she moaned, arching her back and pushing against me to try to feel my full length. “Please!”

I moved a few inches away. “Oh, I like it when you beg. More of that, young lady.”

She gave me a wicked grin. “I’m dying for your cock, Mr. Branson, sir. Please give it to me, now.”

I touched my tip to her wet seam. “Like this?”

Natalie shook her head. “No, I need more.”

I frowned at her. “More what?”

“More…cock?”

I stifled a laugh. “I thought you were begging me,” I hinted.

“More please,” she said triumphantly. “Fuck me now. I’m officially begging you.”

I barely gave her a chance to finish what she was saying before thrusting deep inside of her. The mood in the room shifted from playful to intense as we both gave in to the sensations of being united again. The way her velvet gripped me nearly made me come instantly.

I moved closer to her ear. “I’ve…I’ve never felt this way with anyone before,” I said softly. “It’s never been like this.”

“I know,” she whispered. “We just fit.”

As much as I wanted to savor the way it felt being buried inside of her, I’d been waiting far too long. I started rolling my hips, pulling in and out of her slowly at first. Natalie’s hands gripped my ass, pulling me even closer with each thrust.

Her moans made me insane with hunger. There was something about the sound…a mix of pure ecstasy and helplessness, like she couldn’t control herself even though she was trying really fucking hard.

I felt the tension building inside of me with each thrust. As much as I wanted to make it last, I knew I was a goner. Her sweet pussy was a temptation I was powerless to resist, so I picked up the pace, ramming against her a little harder each time. I looked down at her beautiful face and saw that her eyes were shut tight, and she was biting her lip.

I managed to find my voice. “Are you okay?” I asked as I slowed my pace.

Her eyes flew open and she looked downright furious at me. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop fucking me, James Branson. I’m so close…”

Again with the orders. I smiled and did exactly as she wanted, grabbing onto her hip with one hand so I could plunge even deeper inside of her. I touched my thumb to her nub, and it was like I hit a live wire.

“Oh my God,” she shrieked, arching her back as the orgasm ripped through her.

I’d never heard anything like it, which made it almost impossible for me to hold off. I thrust into her a few more times and came hard, my own groan of pleasure louder than I expected. I leaned backwards, riding out the sensations, then collapsed onto her.

The only sound in the room for a good long time was our panting. Finally, I heard a soft giggle.

I propped myself up, still on top of her. “What?”

“I’m just so damn happy.”

Natalie’s face was glowing.

“You just had two orgasms, of course you are.”

She smacked me. “It’s more than that. I mean, yeah, the way you fuck me is incredible⁠—”

I interrupted her. “I’ll have you know that was making love.”