Page 65 of Manhattan Bossholes

“To…fuck me,” I whispered hoarsely, desperate.

He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a condom, and rolled it on in an instant. The next thing I knew he was poised above me, looking down at me with a devilish expression.

“Is this what you want?”

He rubbed the tip of his cock against my warm wetness.

“Y-yes…” I whispered. “Please.”

In answer, he slid inside me, and we both sighed in ecstasy as we connected. Vincent lowered himself so that his body covered mine, and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, driving him even deeper inside of me.

“I’ve been waiting all day for this,” he whispered in my ear.

Vincent started moving his hips, drawing his cock in and out slowly. Little sparklers started going off behind my eyes, and the man had barely even begun fucking me.

He kept up a slow and steady pace and slipped his hand down between our bodies to caress me. The combination of him filling me and the focused attention on my clit sent me racing to a climax before I even had a chance to realize I was close.

“Vincent!” I cried out as I came.

The sweet, rolling vibrations pulsed inside of me, growing stronger and stronger before finally fading away.

Vincent paused and let me ride out the end of the orgasm and then started moving with a little more force, rolling his hips against me.

“Harder,” I whispered.

“You little minx,” he rasped back at me.

He pounded against me, and I could tell he was trying to hold back, to keep from letting go.

“You feel too good,” he sighed with his mouth pressed to my ear. “I don’t want to come.”

“I’m not going anywhere, we can play this game again and again,” I reassured him. “All night.”

He flipped us over as a single unit, so that I straddled on top of him.

“Your turn to drive. I wanna watch you. You’re so fucking flawless, Piper, and I can’t stop staring at you.”

The way Vincent complimented me made me feel invincible. I’d always been a lights-out-under-the-covers kind of person in bed, but with him I could finally let my wildcat come out.

I rose up onto my knees and then plunged down on top of him, undulating against him over and over, and Vincent reached up to clasp my breasts as I rode him. He never took his eyes off me until the moment when he couldn’t hold back any longer, and my name ricocheted from his lips.

I collapsed against his chest, and we both breathed in sync, silent and satisfied.

Vincent reluctantly pulled away from me to take care of the condom, then quickly slid back so he could take me in his arms. He kissed the top of my head.

“You’re exquisite in every way, do you know that?”

“Sometimes I forget. It’s probably best if you remind me of that fact every day.” I swallowed a giggle.

He squeezed me closer to him. “Gladly.”

We rested snuggled up together, basking in the afterglow of a perfect day and an even better night.

“Did you have fun at the wedding?” I asked him.

“I enjoyed celebrating Paul and Chloe.”

“That doesn’t really answer my question,” I insisted.