Quitting the Boss by Ann Victor Read Free Book Online

hers enticed her more and when the tip of his cock grazed her wet flesh and began stroking her, from clit to anus and back, Jenna writhed, desperate for more. “Is this what you want, Jenna? My hard cock?”
    “Yes.” She wrenched her head around to meet his burning gaze. “I want to watch.”
    Alec laughed again. He stopped the firm stroke of her slit, but before she had time to miss his touch, his palm came down hard on her ass. “I bet you do.”
    The red-hot sting shot out of her with a cry before the pleasure of his palm soothed the ache. God, he was killing her.
    “If I let you watch, I won’t get the pleasure of this,” he said, smacking her again and reigniting the pleasured sting.
    Jenna nearly came at the abrupt contact.
    Begging was getting her nowhere, so she let Alec have his wicked way as he went back to stroking his cock back and forth. As he teased her clit, she felt her release building again, but she knew this game. He wasn’t going to let her come. That was her punishment for the new job and not being with him last night.
    She knew, however, when he finally did let her come, her world would shatter in a million delicious morsels.
    At long last, he pressed his cock against her opening, teasing but not entering. As the warm skin of his chest pressed against her back, he brushed her hair to one side, giving him open access to the column of her neck.
    “Now I’m going to fuck you.” His voice was low and deep, as if warning her of some impending doom.
    She cried out as he pushed into her, burying himself to the hilt and filling her so completely.
    “Your pussy is so wet, so hot,” he crooned and Jenna squeezed her sex around him. “You feel too good, baby.”
    He graced her with a few slow pulses, filling Jenna with need. She was desperate for more, to be taken and owned, to scream out his name as she came.
    His hands slid beneath her, one finding a hard nipple, the other finding her wet and swollen clit. “So needy,” he said against her ear, his breath warm, his voice like gravel.
    He pumped a little harder, a little longer, the slow pulses replaced by long, hard thrusts. She almost cried for the loss as he pulled nearly all the way out, only to moan with the pleasure of being filled by him once more on a powerful thrust.
    Giving her tight nipple a hard pinch, his hands vacated her body and he pushed off the bed. Craning her neck, she could see him standing behind her, his gaze trained on where they were joined, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust harder and faster.
    “I could fuck you like this all night,” he proclaimed.
    “Yes.” Jenna’s voice was barely a whisper as Alec pounded into her. Then she felt the sting of his hand on her ass again before his palm cooled the ache.
    “God, yes,” she moaned, feeling that pleasure coil tight in her core.
    His thumb pressed against her anus again, circling the tight hole but not penetrating. Without warning, he withdrew from her heated depths and began stroking her again, clit to anus, anus to clit.
    She was losing her mind.
    With a swift motion, Alec flipped her over and drove into her again. Jenna perched her heels on the edge of the bed, giving herself leverage to meet Alec’s aggressive thrusts. He gripped her knees, spreading her legs further as his gaze remained locked on where he pounded into her.
    Jenna let her own gaze fall to that spot. The sight if his cock disappearing inside of her made her ache for more. Her hands moved up her belly, her fingers and palms grazing her nipples with the gentlest caress before she pinched and twisted the tight tips.
    Alec growled and Jenna looked up to see him watching her hands.
    His control was starting to fray. Jenna recognized the dark gaze, the tight line of his mouth, the way the tendons in his neck stretched. He was sexy like this, hanging on the edge of a cliff, a thin string the only thing keeping him from tumbling over.
    Jenna brought one hand to her mouth, sucking her middle