In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 271

She could hear him removing his jeans before he knelt behind her, his hand clamped her hip, fingers digging into the dip of her waist, Alexei pushed her down by moving his hand to the small of her back until her spine curved sharp, her ass lifted shamelessly high for him. Keira buried her burning face into the mattress. Surely he would take her now. "Please."

"You thought I'd just fuck you the moment you begged?" His voice dropped low.

Her chest lifted with each breath, lungs ready to burst. "Yes." Please, God, let that be the case.

A harsh chuckle rumbled behind her. "You need to earn it."

She twisted her head looking over her shoulder at him, eyes snapping open, but her half-formed protest burned out in her throat.

Before she could say anything, his palm cracked across her ass before he flipped her on her back in front of him.

"Alexei—" Not in protest or shock… it was more like pleading… she needed him inside her.

"You don't tell me when. You'll learn." He moved until his face was a breath away from her core, his mouth hovered, lips brushing her folds without giving her relief. A growl rumbled against her slick skin when he found her already soaked. "Mesmerizing. You're dripping from just sucking me."

Her body bowed when he finally flattened his tongue against her, parting her swollen flesh. She clutched at the sheets, lungs heaving ragged. His hungry mouth devoured her, slow deliberate licks, then sudden cruel pulls back whenever her body jolted too close to the edge.

"Please…don't stop—"

His tongue withdrew. She gasped, grinding against useless air.

He ran a finger along her slit, coating himself in her heat. "Greedy," he murmured against her inner thigh, his finger slid inside her, knuckle-deep, curling against that spot that made Keira crumble. Her thighs shook, her nails tearing at the sheet. "So tight," he hissed adding a second finger into her, filling her more.

Her body clenched around him; her voice cracked in desperation. "I'm—oh god, I'm close—"

His fingers stilled, buried deep but motionless. Her rhythm stuttered, climax slipping like water through her fingers. She whimpered brokenly, every nerve begging him forward.

He withdrew abruptly, slick-covered fingers dragging down her thigh. "Not yet, Keira. You don't come until I tell you."

She glared down at him with damp flushed cheeks. "You're infuriating."

His grin widened, wolfish and taunting as he lounged between her thighs. "You look wrecked already. Imagine what you'll look like when I finally give it to you."

"I hate you."

"You love it." His head bent, teeth grazed her inner thigh, nipping her.

She hooked her legs around his waist, and when his position shifted inside her, her body bucked against him. Her voice cracked almost wild now "Please let me—please—"

His own control seemed to snap as he pounded into her, hips a relentless rhythm, his eyes blazing at her face. "You don't come until I command it."

She sobbed in frustration, body trembling and fighting against itself with every thrust that shoved her closer to the edge. She wanted… no she needed release so badly her stomach cramped with it. Sort of excited to find out what would happen if she came without his approval.

"You're going to be a good girl," he snarled, kissing her hard.

Her nails dug half-moons into his back, her body quaking beneath his control. He fucked her mercilessly, each thrust hitting so deep her cries turned ragged in his mouth.

And still he held her permission to come.

Each moment dragged her tighter, until she broke beneath him with her voice so shaky. "Alexei… I'm begging—please, let me come."

He slowed, chest heaving, eyes burning down at her. He licked his lips, his cock still buried deep in her trembling heat. "Say it again."

"Please let me come. Please."