Stripped - A Forbidden Hot Boss Romance

While bathing my shoulders with kisses, he unhooked my corset. It dropped to the floor, landing on top of the discarded thong.

“You’re fucking beautiful, Alyssa. Fucking perfect. And you’re all mine.” Shane reached around the front of my body, cupped my breasts in each hand, and thumbed my puckered nipples.

My back arched, and my head tilted back until it leaned against his shoulder.

“You like that?” he asked.

I nodded my reply. “You know, I do.”

“Then I think you’ll like this, too.” He moved his hand lower and cupped my mound, massaging and caressing until I was close to losing my mind. He nudged my slick folds wide and teased my opening with his fingertips. “So fucking wet.”

“I’ve been soaked all day.”

With a possessive growl, he removed his hand and walked around to the front of my body. He fell to his knees and said, “I’ve never tongue fucked a married woman before.”

“And I’ve never been tongue fucked by a married man before.” To give him better access, I widened my stance. He spread me open, exposing my swollen clit to the cool air.

He inhaled deeply. “You smell as delicious as always.”

“Why don’t you see if I taste as good as I smell?” I anchored my splayed fingers on top of his head, and as if sensing my urgency, he flicked his tongue over my throbbing clit.

Oh. My. God.

Just like it always did, the first flick of his tongue left me a shuddering, gasping mess.

To show him I wanted more, I dug my fingernails into his scalp.

“My wife is so demanding.”

“You have no idea how bad it’s going to get for you.”

On a chuckle, he clamped his mouth around my clit and sucked.

I swayed against him, losing myself to the swirling pleasure—the first signs of my orgasm coiled low in my belly. Needy moans and groans rose from my throat. I was seconds away.

While his lips, mouth, and tongue continued to torture me, he reached up and pulled my nipples, tweaking them hard and showing them no mercy. Searing pleasure zeroed in on my clit, and a second later, a soul-shaking orgasm blasted through me. I gripped Shane’s head and called out his name. My hips writhed, and I rode his mouth and tongue.

When the waves of my orgasm lessened, he didn’t stop pleasuring me. Instead, his tongue became more persistent. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to withstand the aching pressure, he wrenched a second stronger orgasm from my depths. By the time he’d finished, I was floating in the clouds.

Holding on to me, he stood and gathered me in his muscular arms.

“Hearing my wife come was the most erotic thing I’ve ever heard.” He kissed me hard, his lips coated with the evidence of my climax. He broke our kiss and nuzzled his nose against mine. “Are you ready to come again?”

“I have something for you first.” I placed a hand on his chest.

“And what would that be, Mrs. O’Brien?”

“A wedding gift, Mr. O’Brien.”

“You’ve already given me enough.”

I smiled. “I’m pregnant.”Shane

Stunned didn’t come close to describing the impact of her news. I wanted to punch the air in victory and shout it from the rooftops. Being a dad was the greatest gift anyone had given me. Jackson was the light of my life, and now we had another one on the way.

“Do you want to rest? I know how tired carrying Jackson made you.”

Alyssa stroked her fingertips along my jawline. “I want you to make love to me. I want to consummate our marriage. We can sleep later. I’ve never wanted anything or anyone this much in my life.” Her lower lip wobbled. “I love you so much, and I love the future and the family we’re creating.”

I took her hands in mine and kissed her fingertips one at a time. “I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you.”

She gazed at me with those large and loving blue eyes of hers. I would care for her and protect her and our family forever.

Alyssa climbed onto the mattress, and as she did, I caught a glimpse of her glistening pussy. Something I would never tire of.

I yanked off my clothes and knelt between her legs. Her orgasm had left her clit engorged, and her folds swollen. I had to touch and taste her again. I circled my fingertips around her entrance, loving the way her pussy gave little spasms as if trying to entice me in.

“Please don’t make me wait any longer,” she begged, squirming around. “Take me.”

I growled at the desperation in her voice. I was as desperate as she was.

I lined the tip of my cock up with her entrance and pushed her knees up against her belly. Then slowly, oh so slowly, I eased inside, opening her up.

While pushing my cock deeper, I massaged her clit, and with every rotation of my fingers, my wife welcomed me even more.