A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Madison

I felt his cock twitch inside my mouth, a sure sign that he was close. His breathing grew ragged as he thrust harder and faster, using my mouth for his pleasure. But just as I braced myself for his release, he pulled out abruptly, leaving me gasping for air.

“Not yet, sweetheart. I need to fuck that tight pussy of yours first.”

He stepped back, giving me room to stand. I wiped my mouth with my hand, watching him warily. His gaze drifted over to the armrest of the couch, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

“Turn around and bend over,” he commanded, nodding towards the couch. “Ass up, face down.”

I hesitated momentarily before complying, turning around, and leaning over the armrest. The cool leather pressed against my stomach. I felt exposed, vulnerable, my ass sticking out invitingly.

His hand came down hard on my left cheek, the crack echoing through the room. I yelped. Before I could react, another smack landed on my right cheek, then another, and another. Each slap sent a sting through my skin, leaving a warmth that spread

across my ass.

“Fuck, look at that,” he murmured appreciatively, rubbing his hand over the heated flesh. “Your ass is perfect, Madison. Just the right amount of bounce.”

I bit my lip, suppressing a moan as his fingers dipped between my thighs, finding my pussy wet and ready. He chuckled, the sound low and throaty.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” He teased, circling my clit lightly. “You’re fucking soaked.”

I pushed back against his hand, desperate for more friction. He responded by slipping two fingers inside me, pumping them slowly while his thumb continued to work my clit.

“Mr. Knight,” I gasped, clutching the couch cushions tightly. “Please…”

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to fuck me,” I admitted.

He growled in approval, straightening up and stepping back. I heard the rustle of a condom wrapper, then the snap of latex as he

sheathed himself.

His hands gripped my hips, positioning himself at my entrance. With one swift thrust, he buried himself deep inside me. I cried out, the sudden fullness sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

“Goddamn, you feel good,” he grunted, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back in. His pace was relentless, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

He leaned forward, one hand snaking around to grip my breast. His fingers found my nipple, pinching and rolling it between them. I moaned, the dual sensation of his cock pounding into me and his fingers teasing my nipple, pushing me higher.

“Harder,” I begged, needing more. “Fuck me harder, Mr. Knight.”

He laughed. “As you wish, sweetheart.”

His hips moved faster, his cock slamming into me with enough force to make my teeth rattle. I met each thrust eagerly, pushing back against him, our bodies slapping together obscenely.

Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me empty and aching. Before I could protest, he flipped me onto my back, spreading my legs wide. He plunged back inside.

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His eyes locked onto mine, intense and focused. He fucked me hard, each thrust deliberate and powerful. Sweat beaded on his forehead, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, nodding towards my pussy. “Rub that clit for me.”

I complied, reaching down to circle my clit with two fingers. The added stimulation sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me. My back arched, my hips moving in time with his thrusts.

He watched me intently, his eyes never leaving mine. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Make yourself come all over my cock.”

His words were my undoing. With a cry, I came hard, my body convulsing around him. He rode out my orgasm, his hips never slowing, drawing out every last wave of pleasure.

As I came down from my high, he pulled out again, this time flipping me onto my side. He lifted my top leg, positioning himself behind me. With a grunt, he thrust back inside, his cock filling me at a new angle.

His hand reached around to grip my breast, squeezing and kneading it roughly. His other hand found my clit, rubbing it in tight circles.

“You’re so fucking tight like this,” he groaned, his hips moving faster. “I can feel every inch of you.”

I moaned, the dual sensations of his cock thrusting into me and his fingers working my clit driving me wild. His grip on my breast tightened, his fingers pinching my nipple hard.

“Come for me again, Madison,” he demanded, his voice strained. “I want to feel you come all over my cock one more time.”

His words pushed me over the edge. With a scream, I came again, my body shuddering with the force of my release. He followed soon after, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his own climax.

I collapsed against him, struggling to catch my breath as the aftershocks of my orgasm rippled through my body. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me close as we both came down from our high. The room filled with the sound of our heavy breathing.

“Fuck,” he murmured against my neck, his lips brushing my sensitive skin. “You’re incredible.”

I hummed in agreement, too spent to form coherent words. His hands traced lazy patterns on my skin, sending little shivers down my spine.

After a few moments, he shifted, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at me. His eyes held that familiar mix of satisfaction and mischief that made my stomach flip.

“Did you notice something interesting about tonight, Madison?”

I raised an eyebrow, thinking back through the events. Despite the post–orgasmic haze, one detail stood out.

“Actually, yes. One thing.”

“Oh?” His fingers trailed down my arm. “Do tell.”

I turned to face him fully, “You weren’t nearly as drunk as you claimed to be when you called me here.”

His lips curved into a smirk. “Caught that, did you?”

“I’ve seen you drunk before, Mr. Knight. This wasn’t it.”

He chuckled, the sound rich and deep. “True, I had a few drinks – enough to loosen up, but not enough to lose control. And I may have asked Anthony to call you here.” His hand slid down to cup my ass. “Look at that you came running. Someone clearly cares about my well–being.”

I rolled my eyes at his smug expression. “Of course, I came. What kind of assistant would I be if I left my boss passed out in a bar

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