A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 82

Chapter 82

Madison

He unzipped his fly with deliberate slowness, making me wait. Finally, he freed himself from the confines of his pants, and my mouth watered at the sight of him: thick and hard and ready for me.

“Suck it,” he ordered, stepping closer so that his cock was right in front of my face.

I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling his heat against my palm. My tongue flicked out to taste him, savoring the salty tang of pre–cum on the tip.

“Good girl,” he groaned as I took him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks to create a tight seal around him. His hand tangled

in my hair, guiding me as I bobbed up and down on his cock.

“Fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”

I took him deeper, letting him hit the back of my throat with each thrust. His grip tightened in my hair as he started to fuck my face in earnest, each movement sending waves of heat through me.

I moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him groan.

Just when I thought he was going to come, he pulled out, leaving me gasping for air. A smirk played on his lips as he looked down at me. “Not yet, sweetheart. I’m not done with you.”

He yanked me to my feet and spun me around, pressing my chest against the railing. The cool metal bit into my skin as he slapped my ass hard, the sting sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.

“Such a perfect ass,” he murmured, giving it another slap. “Bend over.”

I obeyed, arching my back and presenting myself to him. His hands roamed over my exposed cheeks before he hooked his fingers into the sides of my thong and yanked it down, leaving me completely bare.

I heard the telltale crinkle of a condom wrapper and turned my head just enough to see him rolling it onto his cock. The sight

alone made my pussy throb with anticipation.

“Who owns this pussy?” His voice was low and commanding.

“You do,” I replied breathlessly.

“Damn right.” He lined himself up with my entrance and thrust in roughly, filling me completely in one swift motion.

“Fuck!” I cried out as he started to move, each powerful stroke hitting deep inside me. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises, pulling me back to meet his every thrust.

“You like being fucked like this?” He punctuated his question with a particularly hard thrust that made stars dance in front of

my eyes.

“Yes!” I gasped. “Fuck me harder, Mr. Knight!”

“Good girl.” He spanked me again before picking up the pace, his cock slamming into me relentlessly. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixed with our moans and the creak of the railing beneath us.

He leaned over, one hand snaking around to play with my clit while the other gripped my breast through the remnants of my bra. “Beg for it,” he growled in my ear. “Beg for my cock.”

“Please,” I moaned, pushing back against him. “Please fuck me harder. Make me come.”

He laughed darkly and pinched my clit harder, sending a jolt of pleasure–pain through me. “That’s more like it.”

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His thrusts grew even more forceful, each one driving me closer to the edge. Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he stopped abruptly and pulled out.

I whimpered at the sudden emptiness but didn’t have long to lament it before he spun me around to face him. He lifted me effortlessly and impaled me on his cock again as he pressed me against the railing.

My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he resumed fucking me with renewed vigor. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and filled with lust. “Look at you,” he panted between thrusts. “Taking all of this cock like a good girl.”

His words sent a thrill through me, making me tighten around him even more.

He kissed me roughly, teeth clashing against mine as his hips pistoned into me mercilessly.

His hands roamed over my body, one tweaking a nipple while the other gripped my ass tightly. The dual sensations had me teetering on the edge once more.

Each thrust of his hips sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, his cock filling me completely.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he growled. His fingers dug into my flesh, holding me in place as he pounded into me relentlessly.

Suddenly, he stopped, pulling out abruptly. I let out a whimper of protest, but he silenced me with a smirk.

He effortlessly carried me into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind us. The room was dimly lit, and the large bed dominated the space. He tossed me onto the mattress, and I bounced slightly, my breath hitching in anticipation.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded. I complied, opening myself up to him completely. His eyes darkened as he took in the sight of me, laid out before him like a feast.

“Good girl,” he murmured, kneeling between my thighs. His hand came down hard on my pussy, the sudden impact making me yelp. The sting quickly morphed into pleasure, and I found myself craving more.

“You like that?” he said with a wicked grin. “You like it when I slap this pretty little pussy.”

I nodded, too breathless to speak. He slapped me again, harder this time, the sound echoing through the room. My hips bucked off the bed, seeking more contact.

“Greedy girl,” he chuckled, rubbing his palm over my heated flesh. His fingers slipped through my folds, spreading the wetness before plunging two deep inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped, my back arching off the bed. He curled his fingers, hitting that sweet spot that made me see stars.

“That’s right, Madison,” he growled, his thumb finding my clit. “Come for me. Show me how much you love this.”

His words pushed me over the edge, and I came hard, my body convulsing around his fingers. He rode out my orgasm, his hand never stopping its relentless assault.

As the last waves of pleasure subsided, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes locked onto mine. “Delicious,” he murmured with a smirk.

“On your hands and knees,” he commanded, voice husky. I quickly complied, presenting myself to him.

He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. Without warning, he slammed into me, filling me completely in one swift

motion.

“Fuck!” I cried out, my fingers clutching at the sheets. He didn’t give me time to adjust, his hips already moving in a punishing rhythm.

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