“Please,” I whisper, my cheek pressed against the upholstery. “Do it.”
Bruce chuckles and bends over my back before kissing my shoulder.
“What do you want, Jemima? Be specific.”
“I want you.”
I feel him smile against my skin. “But what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to take me.”
“But where?”
“Bruce, please,” I cry out, clenching my back door on his hard length. “Oh!”
“Tell me,” he rasps, refusing to move. “Where do you want it!”
“In my ass!” I cry out with desperation. “Oh God, please! I want you to fuck me in my ass!”
As soon as the dirty words are out, he sits up, gripping my hips, and pulls out before pushing back in, filling my bottom to the brim. My body lights on fire, pleasure igniting from head to toe.
“Yes!” I scream, every cell vibrating. “Oh God, yes!”
Meanwhile, Bruce whispers into my ear. “You look so hot taking me in your butt like this. I bet that idiot who let you go is stewing, wishing he was inside you. He wants your hot little ass wrapped around his cock, but he can’t have you because this ass belongs to me.”
I can do nothing but agree. “Yes, Bruce. Oh God!”
He thrusts into me again and my arms collapse. My body shakes as a third orgasm hits me like a tsunami, pleasure turning me into putty. Meanwhile, the alpha male leans over my back, wrapping himself around me, holding me by the waist while pumping his hips again.
“Fuck!” he growls into my skin, and then I feel him swell inside, before his cock twitches. The warmth of his orgasm sprays then, coating me as he rides out his own climax.
I can’t think or speak, and merely hold still, panting as Bruce releases again and again, grunting forcefully as he grips my hips. Oh god, this was supposed to be about revenge against my ex … but now the only man in my sights is the handsome billionaire who owns my body.