Hotshot Boss (One Night Only #1) Read Online Shandi Boyes

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: One Night Only Series by Shandi Boyes
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 94546 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 473(@200wpm)___ 378(@250wpm)___ 315(@300wpm)
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“I’m sure.” I hook my legs around his waist until my feet are dangling above his glorious ass, doubling my assurance.

Although I’m confident he could rock my world in any position, Jack ups the ante by flipping us over. With my thighs straddling his hips and his dark hair extra inky against my white pillowcases, Jack circles his hand around the base of his sheathed cock like it needs assistance staying hard before he uses his other hand to guide me onto my knees until I’m perched above him.

The first inch burns.

The second inch stretches.

And the third inch rips.

When a grimace I can’t hide crosses my face, Jack mutters, “Stop—”

“No,” I interrupt, determined to take him. “It’s been a while, so I just need time to adjust.”

Jack looks torn, but mercifully, he loosens his grip on my hip and lets me sink another two or three inches. I’m not close to taking him all, but the sensation of being so full already makes the pain so much more bearable.

“See… it just needs… a little bit… of patience.” My words are spaced by big, needy breaths. It hurts, but I’d be a liar if I said it wasn’t an enjoyable experience. Pete Reynolds had stamina by the bucketloads during oral activities. When it came to sex, it was generally over before it began.

That isn’t the case with Jack. He rocks in and out of me several times in a row before he weakens his stranglehold on the base of his cock and shifts his hand’s focus to my clit.

I purr like a kitty when he strokes the nervy bud with the back of his fingers before he slowly raises his eyes to my face. “Shall I touch you there while you fuck me?”

“Yes.” I nod like an insane woman. “Please.”

His comment that I’m fucking him already has me on the verge of climax, not to mention his mumbled, “Show me what to do, and I’ll do it. Teach me what you like.”

“I like you, Jack.”

Kill. Me. Now.

I can’t be stuffed to the brim by his fat cock and look at his gorgeous face while he’s smiling a shy grin. That’s above my caliber of expertise. A woman with years of sexual encounters couldn’t do that, much less one who’s only had three bed companions.

“Please, Jack.” His name comes out with a garble from his thumb gently stimulating my clit. He circles, strokes, and rubs the area near where our bodies are intimately joined all the while watching my face cross through various stages of ecstasy.

Tension rapidly builds inside me for the hundredth time today when I lean forward to grasp the bed’s metal frame in my slippery hands. My breasts are now thrust into Jack’s face, and the stability my sturdy grip gives my legs has me rising and falling onto his cock at a steady yet somewhat desperate pace.

Hungry, needy pressure forms low in my core when Jack takes my pert nipple between his lips before swiveling it with his tongue. He grazes it with his teeth, bringing it to the point of being sharp, then shifts his focus to my other breast.

I bite my lip to muffle my scream when the sensation burning through me becomes too much. I’m already swollen and aching from countless orgasms. My body can’t be subjected to more, can it?

Pleasure sears through me when my body proves my heart and head are liars. I come with a hoarse cry while whispering Jack’s name into the humid night air. It is a beautiful, chaotic time that makes me utterly boneless and unresponsive to orders. I can barely lift my head, much less move my Jell-O legs.

Thankfully, Jack is strong enough for us both. After rolling us over so I’m once again splayed beneath him, he curls my tired legs around his waist, pins my arms above my head, then drives home.

The brushing of his pecs as he rocks in and out of me is detrimental to my sanity. My nipples harden as a new fire ignites in my core. Within seconds, I’m rolling my hips in rhythm to his while also squirming to get free from his hold.

He seems more reluctant this time around, and I understand why when he mutters the quickest, “No touching,” requirement under his breath before he releases my wrists from his firm yet painless grip.

Too caught up in the moment to realize his request isn’t normal, I mutter, “Okay,” before weaving my fingers through his hair like he allowed earlier then angling my mouth so it aligns better with his. “Is this okay?”

He barely breathes out, “Yes,” before he spears his tongue between my lips and drags it along the roof of my mouth.

His body pinning mine to the mattress, the fullness of him being almost fully seated inside me, and his kiss are too much. My chest tightens as every muscle in my body pulls taut.


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