One Bossy Offer Read Online Nicole Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic Tags Authors: Nicole Snow Advertisement1

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“No, kitten. Torturing you is part of the fun.” His breath is volcanic against my ear.

“No games. Please. I just want you.”

Now, the slip is undone to my belly button.

He runs his hands up and down my bare torso, massaging my breasts every time he passes them, pinching my nipples with a rising fury that matches the fire in his blood.

“Miles!” I fumble behind me until I’ve cupped his length again.

I start stroking him fast and furious, squeezing harder with every pump.

This guttural “fuck” drops from his throat like a hammer, and the slickness running out of his tip tells me he’s losing control.

You’d better believe the unfastening happens faster now.

My husband knows I don’t play fair, and I’ve never asked him to with me.

With a ragged breath, he picks me up and drops me on the bed, then climbs up beside me.

I move my hand up and down his hard cock, languidly pumping, before I take him in my mouth.

His head snaps back as I engulf him, fully in rapture.

“Fuck, kitten. You and your little tongue—you kill me,” he snarls.

I’m smiling as I suck him harder, deeper, faster, swirling my tongue just under his crown, worshipping the familiar spot that always leaves him undone.

“Fuck!” He thrusts harder in my mouth, grinding his hips, pushing until I can’t take more and I’m less than halfway down.

His hands fuse to both sides of my head, thrusting so hard and still not hard enough because he knows what I can take, and just when I think he’s about to come so sweetly for me—

“Goddamn. Enough,” he rasps, jerking back reluctantly.

I smile as he catches his breath.

When his eyes lock on mine, they’re fully molten.

Then he places two fingers on my collarbone, slides down between my breasts, past my stomach, between my legs.

“You’re ready as hell for me and I haven’t even touched you yet. I’m not wasting a pussy this tight and wet.” And he emphasizes it by pushing between my legs until I gasp.

“Miles, oh!”

I want to fight, but I want to surrender so much more.

And I do.

I give my body over to his touch, to everything he wants.

It isn’t long before he shoves me down, spreads my legs, and pushes his face to my core.

I thought I already knew what it was like to be devoured by Miles Cromwell.

But I didn’t know how he’d consume me now that I’m his wife.

Every fierce stroke of his tongue, his breath, his teeth come just a little sharper, a little more intense, a little more blinding.

When his tongue lashes my clit, my vision whites out.

I come so hard I’m ruined.

I soak the sheets, and if I didn’t see him proudly wiping his lips when he comes up while my senses reset, I think I’d be shamed for life.

“Always be my little firecracker. Love the way you come so hard for me, kitten,” he whispers, fusing his mouth to mine before I can respond.

We kiss until we can’t stand it.

Until his teeth catch my bottom lip and pull insistently.

Until his thick, rough hand sweeps my legs apart, and his full weight eclipses me like a second shadow.

His arms go behind my back and his hands find my hair.

I’m pressed to him without an inch of space.

In one thrust, he’s in me, rendering us both breathless.

It’s amazing, and still not enough.

“Miles, fuck me,” I whisper harshly. “Be as rough as you want.”

I tilt my head forward, frantically searching his eyes, offering him an invitation that will always be open.

And the silver-blue animal glint in his eyes says he gladly accepts. Then his mouth covers mine again and his tongue thrusts in, claiming me.

I’m mounted by a man who’s more wolf than mild-mannered husband.

I’m invaded with pleasure, overwhelmed in every way.

I’m marked with his teeth against my throat, and I bite his shoulder.

His hips work like pistons.

I arch up to meet his thrusts with soft pleas each time, shocking myself with how fast I come on his cock.

When I’m close for the third time, his strokes quicken, throwing him into me so hard each stroke shoves me deep into the mattress. He uses me so good, his cock grinding my depths, his pubic bone raking my clit until my head snaps back and everything convulses.

I feel him swell and groan and shudder with release.

Coming!

Our first orgasm together as man and wife shreds me, leaves my body jelly, but deliciously tingly in all the right places.

I’m catapulted to the stars and brought down on a cotton candy cloud that smells, tastes, and feels like Miles Cromwell.

And my husband’s tongue is urgent and intense as he rakes mine. As he holds himself in me like he wants to push his seed deeper—so deep—conquering me from the inside out.

“Fucking damn, Jenn. Damn.” His voice is so rough it’s barely human.


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