Page 73 of Billionaire Boss


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“Please, I can’t!” she whined, trying to push her back at me, but I kept my hand on her neck, lining my cock against her slit.

“Shut the fuck up and take my cock,” I growled, bending her over as the vibrations of the washing machine rumbled through her core. “I warned you not to get caught. Tsk, it’s your own fault, kitten.”

“Please—no, ah!” She begged, but I didn’t care until she said the safe word or did the safe gesture. Even though she was at her limit, Summer wanted more.

I slid inside her in one thrust, her walls clenching me deliciously as I groaned with her. It felt so good. I usually gave her time to accommodate my size, but I didn’t feel like being gentle, so I held her wrists behind her back, pinning them with my hand and I retreated before slamming inside her warm cunt.

“You have no idea how amazing you feel on my cock,” I growled, her cries of pain and pleasure increasing as I fucked her over the washing machine.

“Too much,” she whimpered when I pinned her over the machine, making sure she felt the vibrations on her clit. Fuck, how I wished to overstimulate her with a wand or a vibe and make her nice and sensitive for me.

“Shh, you’re taking me so well.”

Our harsh breathing bounced in the small room, the air hovering with the scent of sex and her feminine arousal. Sounds of our groans mingled with skin slapping against each other, and the whirr of the machine surrounded us.

My other hand dug into her ass cheek, slapping it from time to time as her moans turned softer and longer, which meant she was close. I kept my pace rough and deep. The sight of my veiny cock covered in her juices entering her sopping pussy was enough to send me over the edge.

Her orgasm came hard and fast, her body turning limp as she came moaning my name.

“Good girl,” I whispered in her ear, increasing my thrusts. “Give me one more.”

Summer whimpered, staying limp on the machine as I used both my hands to hold her hips to fuck her. I was close, but I wanted her to cum again and make a mess.

“Go on, come for me, good girl. I know you can,” I said, stroking her back and kissing her neck. “You deserve to cum more, love. Give me one more.”

She made a small sound as I drove inside her like a man possessed, rubbing her clit faster and applying pressure. She was extremely sensitive, thanks to the previous orgasms, that she came with a low groan, clenching me so hard that I exploded inside her.

“Good girl,” I said, feeling the wetness in my hand and knowing she had squirted. I hovered over her, catching my breath as I kissed her hair. “You did so good.”

“I can’t move,” she said in a low voice, and I groaned when she reached down with her hand to where we were united. She groaned. “Fuck, you fill me up so well.”

I pulled out and grunted at the sight of my cum sliding out of her pussy. “I want to breed you—without getting you pregnant,” I said, sliding my fingers inside her, making sure my cum stayed inside.

She trembled and looked over her shoulder. “Breed me, Sir,” she whispered, biting her lip.

“Fuck, Summer,” I squeezed my eyes shut. “Give me ten before I can pin you down and breed you.”

“N-no.” She instantly pulled away, her legs wobbly, so I held her, supporting her against the machine. “T-that’s enough for today.”

I smirked, wrapping my hands around her waist and kissing her. “Shower together?”

“Only if you promise not to tease me,” she pouted.

I kissed her pout. She looked so beautiful in post-coital bliss that I wanted to take a picture. Her brown eyes were bright and shining, face glowing, and her freckles were stark against her blush.

“You know that’s never going to happen.”

She rolled her eyes and looked down at the mess we both had made. “I’m sorry for… this.”

“Don’t be. I love making a mess out of you.”

Her stomach growled and I chuckled, taking her in my arms and carrying her upstairs to my room. “First shower, and then dinner. Sounds good?”

“Perfect!” She beamed, snuggling herself closer to my chest, my heart aching. “By the way, I didn’t know having sex over the washing machine can be so… fun.”

“I’m glad you had fun, kitten,” I said, checking the water temperature and helping her out of the costume which I had ripped away. “I’ll buy you more naughty outfits for more of our scenes.”

“There’s more?” Her eyes widened, making me chuckle. “Sheesh, I can barely feel my clit right now. I don’t think I can handle more.”

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