Page 15 of Protective Boss
She rolls her eyes at me, her lips tilting upwards in an amused smile. “You know? I couldn't help watching you sleep… You're so beautiful,” she says, leaning into my touch. “If I were an artist, I'd make millions selling paintings of you.”
“You flatter me,” I say, pressing her warm naked body closer to mine. I start to lean in for a kiss, but she stops me with a hand to my chest.
“What are you doing?” She asks, laughing. “Oliver will walk through that door in ten minutes.”
"Well then, we have enough time," I say, sealing my mouth to hers. She instantly melts into my embrace, her mouth opening up eagerly beneath mine. I kiss her hard, then trail my mouth down the elegant curve of her neck, kissing my way down to her shoulders, chest, and abdomen.
I intend to take things slowly this time and savor every inch of her, but Bianca doesn't share my sentiments. She grabs me by the shoulder and drags me back up her body. I smile at her attempt to take control, allowing her to do her thing. Leaning back, I grab both her knees and press her thighs open, baring her completely to my gaze. She blushes softly and tries to close her legs, but I hold on firmly.
“Don't hide from me, love,” I whisper, gently running my thumbs over her thighs. “You’re so beautiful… simply gorgeous.”
She blushes but smiles, extending her arms out to embrace me. I oblige her, wrapping my arms around her back. She gasps when I swing her onto my lap, moving to the edge of the bed.
In one brutal thrust, I set her down on my length so suddenly that she let out a sharp cry of shock. I bury my head in her neck, running my hands over her back and bottom, on her breasts, rubbing against her nipples. Everywhere. Then I pull her back up and slam her down again. She screams throws her head backward and screams my name, her fingers digging painfully into my shoulders. I hold her down as her body trembles uncontrollably against mine.
I run my lips over her chest and neck, whispering sweet nothing in her ears until the last spasm racks her body.
She starts to pull away from me, but I hold her in place. “Oh no, darling,” I murmur, nipping her ear. “I’m not done with you just yet.”
She whimpers as place her on her back at the edge of the bed, putting her arms out to stop my rapid descent towards her breasts.
“Wait,” she cries. “Oh, Jason…”
I grab her hands and pin them to the mattress next to her head. “Can't wait,” I growl gruffly. “Trust. Surrender. Let me take control.” I pause, my gaze softening as I lean forward to kiss her forehead. “I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
She nods and my heart melts at the surrender in her eyes. At that moment, I know for sure that I am hopelessly in love with Bianca Harris.
I kiss her again, gently nipping at her bottom lip. Still holding her arms pinned, I enter her sheath, surprising her with long, slow strokes. I keep my gaze fixed on hers. She tries to shield herself from the intensity, but I hold her down with my eyes. I let out a deep moan, my body burning with excitement as her legs came around my waist, pulling me in deeper.
I lower my mouth to her neck, my teeth scraping lightly against her skin. I kissed my way down to her collarbone, grazing sharply and then licking the sting away. Then I bring one hand between our bucking bodies and press on her clit. She cries, her teeth sinking into my shoulder. Clinging onto my back with one hand for support, she threads her free hand through my hair, holding me tight while she moans and writhes beneath me.
Suddenly I stand up straight, grab her under the knees, and raise her hips for deeper access. My thrusts become ruthless m as I slam into her over and over. And over again.
Our bodies slap together, luscious and wet. Her cries grow louder, more desperate, as the pleasure mounted. I'm on fire. She's burning… We're both headed for destruction but neither of us cares.
I stop. She whimpers in protest. Then I flip her over, positioning her on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed. I didn’t touch her at first. She makes another impatient sound. I start to trail my fingers down her spine. She shivers, her breath catching. Then I plunge into her, gripping her hips to steady her.
I remained still for a moment, my body seized by an overwhelming pleasure. Then she wiggles against me, urging me on. Wrapping her long hair around my fist, I gently tug her head back. She follows my lead, rising to her knees to meet my mouth in a hot, searing kiss. I kissed her long and hard until I exhausted the air in my lungs. Finally, I release her, placing her hands back on the bed then I slam into her sheath, so hard she falls forward onto her elbows.
“Oh, fuuuuuck…” I growl. It feels so good. “You feel so good, baby.”
I did it again, with enough force to have us both rocking forward. I've never felt so exposed. So raw. My chest fills up so suddenly I want to scream the words; I love you, Bianca! I want to possess her, protect her… I want her to be mine.
Pressure builds within me, my muscles turning to jelly, pleasure singing through my veins. She's so wet. So sweet. So eager… and I can't anymore.
"You're mine, Bianca," I growl, clinging onto her as we both shatter into a million pieces. She threw her head back, her body quivering violently but I didn't stop slamming into her. "Say it!"
“Yes!” She screams, clutching my shoulders for dear life. “Yes, Jason, I'm yours!”
“Fuck, yeah,” I murmur, raining kisses all over her neck and face.
Chapter Eight
Bianca
Right on cue, Oliver stumbles into my room. He doesn’t seem to be at all phased by Jason’s presence in my bed, and after a few minutes of talking and snuggling, he points at Jason and calls him “Daddy.” My heart melts, but I look over at Jason to see what he thinks about it—this is moving so fast for both of us, but he just smiles and scoops Oliver out of bed.
“Let’s go make mommy some breakfast, little man,” he says, winking at me as they head to the kitchen.