My cheek moved against his chest, and I closed my eyes, leaning on this powerful mountain. My arms circled his muscular waist, and I breathed against him, enjoying this wonderful feeling. I felt peace, like there was nothing in the world that could ever hurt me. He was as hard as concrete but comfortable like a pillow.
I squeezed him harder as the emotion overcame me. I truly didn’t want to leave this man, not even to see my family. There had never been another man in my bed whom I felt this comfortable with. There was something about Bosco that made me happy, despite the fact that I disagreed with everything about his life. He was man enough for me. All the other men I dated were never this strong, this commanding. I hadn’t realized how much I was attracted to power and authority until now.
I pulled away from his chest and looked him in the eye. “Make love to me before I go.” I wasn’t embarrassed by the request. I wanted to feel his come inside me as long as possible, to feel him deep inside me as I lay in bed that night.
He held my gaze as he listened to my request, not bothered by my choice of words. Without taking his eyes off mine, he pulled my sweater over my head. He didn’t look at my tits as he unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. His blue eyes deepened as they looked into mine, becoming more intense with every passing second. His breathing stayed the same, but the tension between us stretched like a rope being pulled on by both ends. His hands worked my jeans next and got them loose, pushing them over my wide hips. He pulled my panties with them, getting them down my thighs.
I kicked them off the rest of the way and pushed his sweatpants and boxers down, revealing his impressive length. It stared right at me, moving against my belly. The tip was wet, already drooling at the sight of me. I kneeled down and pulled his clothes to his ankles, swiping my tongue across the head, collecting the juice before I stood up again.
Now his eyes looked even more fierce than before. His hand dug into my hair, and he guided me to the bed, laying me down at the foot. He grabbed the backs of my thighs and dragged me to the edge, my ass handing over the end of the mattress.
He planted his legs shoulder-width apart and pressed his head against my entrance. The only resistance was due to my tightness. He pushed through it with a gentle shove and then slowly dove in, sliding deep inside me until only his balls hung outside my body. His hands gripped my waist, his thumbs meeting in the middle while his fingers touched my back.
My hands gripped his forearms, feeling the tendons and muscles shift under the skin. He could have taken Ruby like this, but he didn’t want her. The only woman he wanted to fuck like this was me. His fidelity belonged to me exclusively.
He started to thrust inside me, moving nice and slow like I wanted.
I was going to be late for dinner, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything right now, except this man who was moving so deliciously inside me. I breathed deeply as I felt him slide in and out, my body acclimating to his size like it’d never felt him before. He was a big man, and no matter how many times we fucked, my body would never mold to his magnitude. His length and girth were unnatural.
“Like this, Beautiful?” His pretty blue eyes were on mine, watching me with frightening intensity.
Everything was perfect, from the angle to the speed to his size. My nails clawed at his forearms, and I kept my legs wide open so he could continue to enjoy me so intimately. I held his gaze, thriving in the intimacy. “Yes…just like that.”
His men placed my bag and dress in the back seat of the car. It’d been filled up with gas, and the oil had been changed too. Since his men couldn’t drive me around for the weekend, Bosco wanted to make sure my car would get me there and back in one piece—even though my car was only a few years old.
He said goodbye to me at the curb, wearing jeans and a t-shirt even though it was a cold evening. It’d been a clear day, so the temperature dropped an extra ten degrees when the sun set. He looked at me with both irritation and longing, like this goodbye was permanent instead of temporary. “Call me when you go to sleep.” He cupped both of my cheeks and kissed me.
I kissed him back, not caring about the twelve security men who were gathered on the sidewalk. My hands felt his chest, and I noted the way his come felt inside me. He packed it deep and far, making sure it would last for at least a day. “I will.”