Beneath Her Bastard Boss

hapter 7

At Roman’s words, Blair’s breath caught. She already knew just from the little she had experienced with him that he meant every word,

Her gaze flicked to his cock. Thick. Hard. Waiting.

Dan had never wanted her to do this. But he hadn’t minded when Laura had.

She’d overheard their arguments enough to know that. Would Roman expect her to be good at it? What if he realized she had never done it before?

Roman ran a hand over her head, his touch warm, possessive. “Take me in your mouth. I want to put that smart mouth to work.”

His voice was low, commanding, sending a shiver down her spine. Blair swallowed hard, her heart pounding. The scent of him–masculine, dark, intoxicating–wrapped around her, making her mouth water.

He leaned back against the chesterfield, stroking himself lazily as he watched her. His cock twitched, glistening at the tip, thick veins pulsing under his firm grip. The sight sent heat rushing through her, but she hesitated.

Roman’s eyes darkened. “Don’t think, Blair. Just do as you’re told.”

Her pulse spiked. He made it sound so simple, so inevitable. As if she was always meant to be right here, on her knees in front of him.

He gave himself another slow stroke, his jaw tight. “You’re stalling,” he muttered.

Blair swallowed. Was she? Or was she just afraid of doing it wrong?

Still, her body betrayed her. A deep ache coiled low in her stomach, pulsing between her thighs. The way he looked at her like she was his to command, his to use. It only made her want it more.

She shuffled forward, positioning herself between his spread thighs. His cock stood thick and proud, a silent demand.

“That’s it,” Roman murmured, gripping the base. “Now suck it properly, Blair. No teasing. No half–assed attempts. When I come, you will swallow every drop.”

Her lips parted. The authority in his voice sent a jolt of pleasure through her, but doubt still lingered.

His hand slid to her cheek, tilting her chin up. His touch was rough, yet oddly reassuring.

“Look at me.”

Blair lifted her gaze, meeting his intense stare.

“You want this, don’t you?” His thumb brushed her lower lip. “You want to please me?”

She did. She wanted to prove to him- to herself–that she could. That it hadn’t been her that was the problem with Dan.

“Yes,” she whispered.

curled into a

Her hands rested on his thighs for balance, feeling the heat of his skin beneath her

of sweat and arousal, heady

brushed over the tip hesitantly. It was

Roman encouraged, his fingers threading through her hair.

The stretch burned slightly, unfamiliar yet thrilling. She barely got halfway before

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Chapter 7

involuntarily.

his

her angle, breathing through her nose. Slowly, she took more, inch by

Roman growled.

her. She wrapped her lips tighter around him, sucking gently as she pulled back. Then

fisted in her

tongue around the swollen head before sinking down again, taking him deeper. His cock pulsed against

other hand gripping the armrest.

him curse. She bobbed her head, increasing the rhythm, sucking harder. His

he demanded. “Take it

She really did. But he was too thick. She gagged

out a ragged moan. “Jesus,

容

her movements as she sucked, licked, swallowed. Every time she pulled back, she made sure to swirl her tongue over the tip, teasing the sensitive slit

thrusting shallowly into her mouth. The muscles in

gritted out.

desperate to push him over the

growled, his body

her name, his cock pulsing as hot spurts of cum hit the

the couch. He released her hair, his fingers brushing lazily

hoarse, wrecked, “Now lift your skirt and get

as she reached for the hem of her skirt, lifting it

he ordered,

knees pressing into the couch. His hands gripped her waist, guiding her into position. She could feel the heat

a condom, and rolled

Blair nodded.

her over him, the thick head of his cock pressing against her entrance. Slowly, he

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