Page 110 of One Bossy Disaster


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I nip his neck, leaving marks, clawing at his back, urging him on with every movement of my hips.

All the wildness I’d seen in him on the water pours into me now—and I want to share his pain, his fury, his need to disperse this wild energy.

All his beautiful brutality and arrogance.

All the fierce energy of a man with secret, deep passions I’m dying to know.

And I am feeling every bit of that passion as his cock marks me from the inside out.

Every. Single. Stroke.

The man against the world becomes the man who finally breaks.

But instead of fighting to subdue me, to master me, to shatter me with pleasure, he gives me something far more precious.

He gives up his iron control and comes apart in an avalanche of thrusts and guttural curses.

For a second, he gives me the sweetest glance as his face screws up and he can’t hold back another second.

My legs lock around him so tight as my pussy molds to his flesh.

And I let him give.

I let Shepherd Foster empty his soul into depths no man has ever reached, figuratively and literally.

And when we finish, crashing down together in the grass and clinging with shaking muscles, it’s like the world itself celebrates our beautiful chaos with a bright new burst of color and noise.

11

A Little Intoxicated (Shepherd)

There’s a twig poking me in the spine, and I’m pretty sure I’ve got grass blades in my mouth.

Grass and mud and God only knows what else.

Right now, I think I know how Adam felt after one bite from a divine apple turned his whole world to shit.

If Hannah Cho finds out what I did, she’s going to peel my eyeballs like grapes.

That is, if I don’t off myself first for being so tragically stupid.

I’m naked on my back with itchy leaves under me. Destiny curls up against my side like she belongs there.

I’ve got no fucking clue where my clothes are. I ripped them off and flung them to the hinterlands in my animal state.

I should move. Find them.

End whatever the hell this spell is before it makes escape impossible.

But I’m still catching my breath one rough, conflicted lungful at a time, and there are glimpses of a forgiving blue sky just past the trees overhead.

The birds call out like they’re endorsing a sin this big.

Hell, we even saw the otters.

That’s what made this happen, I think.

My self-control was firmly screwed in place and I was ignoring everything she did to me until those damned teddy bear snakes showed up.

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