Dear Grumpy Boss (Bossily Ever After #1)

12. Zayn

Twelve

Zayn

“It’s going to hurt, Mouse.” I trail soft kisses against her neck, somehow resisting the velvety vise of her sheath pulling me in. “But I promise to make it better. You trust me, yeah?”

She meets my gaze and nods.

“You have to relax for me, baby girl,” I say and inch forward. “You have to want it so bad that—”

“I do, Zayn. It’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she says with a squirm of her jiggly thighs. Then she huffs out a long exhale, and slowly, she softens her muscles around me.

Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down onto her tit. I lick at the drop and then swirl my tongue around the needy bud. Down below, her channel squeezes the head of my cock a little more snugly.

It’s a simple principle I never completely understood, but it’s sunlight bright now. The more I give Mouse, the more she gives me back. And it’s true of her delectable body too.

When she relaxes around me, I feed a little more of my cock into her snug sheath. She trembles from head to toe, her palms moving over my arms restlessly. The sounds that fall out of her mouth as she stares up at me, her eyes devouring me, go straight to my balls.

I grab her wrist and drag it down to where she will feel me soon. “Feel me here, baby girl.”

“I feel you here,” she says, grabbing my hand and bringing to her chest. Her heart thunders under my palm. “I feel you everywhere, Zayn.”

Fuck, this girl has so many buttons and I need to discover and push and reprogram every one of them to me. But right now, the sight of her lush, bare pussy lips sucking me in like petals of that damned rose I compared her to…electricity zaps down my spine and collects in my balls.

Like I told her, it’s been forever. But I need to last long enough to feel her clench and milk me in the throes of her climax. I rock my hips and give her a few shallow thrusts, and the way her flesh sucks the fat head of my cock is greedy and erotic to the extreme.

“Oh God, are you in all the way?” she says, clutching my forearms, digging her little nails into the muscle. There’s tension in her lush little body now and a trace of panic chasing itself back and forth across those insanely beautiful eyes. “Is it good for you, Zayn?”

Laughter bursts out of me, laced with affection springing from some deep well inside of me. I dip down to catch her mouth. Her taste is addictingly sweet. “No, baby girl. I’m barely even in. I’m giving you a chance to get used to me, Mouse, but this reprieve’s not going to last too long, yeah? I need to bury myself balls deep in you.”

Because there’s no way in hell I’m actually letting go at this point. Not when I’ve got a taste of how snug and tight and wet her pretty little cunt is.

I push in a little more, and stop.

“Oh,” she says, her eyes fighting to focus on my face. One hand reaches to cup my cheek and then she traces the slope of my cheek, my brow and then pushes into my hair. Her grip is tight and I duck my head in surrender. And then, the clever little thing does a wicked jiggle of her hips.

My scalp burns at how tightly she pulls to aid her little thrust.

Her flesh swallows more of me with a wet, sloshing sound and then there’s no stopping me. I grip her hip with one hand, and stroke deep into her in a deep thrust. I’m lodged all the way in and my balls slap against her ass.

A curse rolls out of me on a wave of such intense pleasure that I nearly black out. My girl clenches me so tight that I see stars play out at the back of my eyes. “That’s it, baby girl. You did it, you took me all the way in like a champ. And Mouse, you feel so fucking good.”

“Oh my God, Zayn. You’re too big,” she says, and then moans because all she’s doing is making me bigger. “That stings and aches and…in a good way,” she hurries to reassure me. “Although I don’t think I can take any more.”

I swivel my hips and test the fit, her groan swallowing her own words. “You’ll take whatever I give you, Mouse. You promised me that, remember?” I give her another shallow thrust and her teeth dig into my bicep, hard, snapping that last thread of control I’m hanging onto.

I pull out and thrust in, setting a short, fast rhythm. Her tits jiggle and bounce, inviting my mouth. “You’re taking me so well. This cunt is made for me, Mouse.”

“Yeah?” she says, her breath coming in harsh pants. “It feels good to you then?”

“It feels fucking amazing.” I lean down and kiss her temple, my heart full of things I’ve never felt much less said to anyone. I’ve never felt so close to anyone before, neither have I wanted to. But this girl…she’s snuck into my bloodstream through the years. “Thank you for trusting me.”

She squints and then focuses those big eyes on me, the damp sheen of sweat making her face glow. Her hands crawl down my arms with an eager urgency, drum down my hairy thighs and then linger over the root of my cock. Featherlight though her touch is, it makes me snap my hips and drive into her.

“Come inside me, Zayn. I want to know what it feels like. Please…”

“Hold on to me then,” I say and again, she follows my every command like she was born to do it.

Her fingers inch over my shoulders and lace behind my neck. I sneak a hand under her bountiful ass and pull her up to change the angle so that my every thrust drags over her clit.

Even though she’s never done this before, she’s a natural. She learns the rhythm I’ve set easily enough and goads me with her moans and mewls.

Then, I truly let go. And I know, as I pump my hips with a wildness that owns me now, that it’s so incredibly good because it’s her.

The slosh and slap of our bodies joins our ragged breaths as her snug channel clenches as tightly as her arms around me. On one such serrated breath, I sneak my hand between our pulsating bodies and run it up her thick belly and then cup her tit. “Come again for me, Mouse. Let me feel you clench me,” I say and tug the stiff nipple between two fingers. Ducking down, I pull it between my lips and give it a hard suck. “Be a good girl for me one more time.”

“Oh Zayn,” she whispers and then her back is arching and she’s falling apart around me, milking my cock for all it’s worth. Demanding I give her every drop of me.

I increase the speed of my thrusts, nearly manic in chasing my climax. My name is a chant on her lips as I fuck her hard and fast and filthy deep and then I’m falling over, shooting my seed into her.

The climax is so intense and earth-shattering that I let her take my weight, and wrap my lips around her other nipple. I keep sucking on the tight knot and it kicks her off into another minor orgasm and her snug sheath continues to milk me.

“Zayn,” she says, cradling my head with a gentleness I’ve never known from anyone in my life. As if I didn’t just use her virgin pussy up without the least bit of tenderness, without protection.

I should feel guilty about forgetting the latter, but I don’t. We’re in this together now, whatever the future. If anything, the idea of Mouse growing rounder with my seed only makes me harden inside her again. It’s another tether to bind her to me and I’m enough of a greedy bastard to use everything she hands me.

With her gentle embrace, she has knocked me down that last bit. My eyes feel gritty, and my chest aches, but I can’t look away.

Her eyes are closed and there are tears that she doesn’t bother wiping. I catch one and lick it off.

Sweat-slicked tendrils stick to her temples and she’s huffing as if she’s run a marathon. She rubs a shaky hand over her nose and spreads her snot around. And yet, she’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen.

I’m breathing hard too, but that’s because I know, deep in my gut, that I have reached the destination I didn’t know I have been running toward.

“That was…” Mouse says, and a half sob, half laugh shakes her shoulders. “Mind-blowing.” She pushes her head up and presses a kiss to my head. “Are you okay, Zayn? Was that…good for you?”

I’m still tucked up inside her snug sheath, and that question makes my dick harden and push against the walls.

“I guess that answers my question,” she says with a giggle I rarely hear anymore.

I blow a puff of air over her nipple and it stands to attention. “You have the sexiest tits I’ve ever seen,” I whisper, my voice still hoarse from how loudly I came.

“Thanks. I grew them all by myself,” she says, sounding drunk.

I look up at her from my neat little perch between them and grin. If it’s not her lush curves, it’s her sass that owns me. Her fingers play with my sweaty hair. The other hand traverses my back as if she’s searching for something. A wary expression enters her eyes.

“Mouse? What is it?”

Her throat moves up and down on a swallow. “Can we stay like this for a little while?”

I pull out of her without thought for her battered pussy.

She grimaces and tries to hide it. Not well, though.

Heartless bastard that I am, I’m arrested by the sight of my cum leaking out of her. My dick lengthens, eager to do more damage.

Just like me, her gaze is caught on the sight too. A soft, satisfied mewl falls from her mouth and sears itself into my dick, my brain and my heart. It’s entirely possible that my little mouse is as possessive as I am.

I bend my torso over her and press a kiss at the top of her pubic bone. Sex and sweat and musk, she’s such a delicious cocktail of scents that I want it bottled for just me. No other man.

“You’re a feisty little thing, aren’t you?” I say, giving her my hand.

She shies her gaze from me and shrugs, reminding me of my abruptness. Locking my fingers around her ankles, I pull her down to the edge of the bed. I take her surprised mouth in a rough kiss that makes my cock throb afresh. “We’re breaking for a quick shower and snacks and hydration, Mouse. Then I’m going to fall asleep with my cock inside your pussy and my lips wrapped around your tits.”