My Boss's Hidden Heir (Elara and Marcus) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92

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“Please fuck me,” Marcus said, his voice strained with desperation. He was still restrained, unable to hold her or touch her the way he wanted to. His hands pulled against the handcuffs, the metal clinking loudly against the headboard.

Elara smiled down at him, enjoying the power she had in this moment. She straddled him carefully, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. The nurse outfit had ridden up completely now, bunched around her waist and doing absolutely nothing to cover her.

She positioned herself over him, hovering just above his dick. The thick head pressed against her entrance, hot and hard and ready. She lowered herself slowly, taking just the tip at first.

Marcus gasped, his head falling back against the pillow. “Oh God.”

She sank down another inch, then another. He was big, stretching her in a way that bordered on painful but felt incredible. Her body adjusted to accommodate him, taking him inch by inch until he filled her completely.

“You’re dripping,” Marcus said, his voice tight. “You’re so wet, El. I can feel it.”

“That’s what you do to me,” Elara breathed.

“That’s it. Fuck me,” Marcus groaned, his hips trying to thrust up but restricted by her weight holding him

down.

Elara moaned as she took him all the way in, her nails digging into his shoulders for balance. The fullness was overwhelming, making her entire body tense with pleasure.

“Fuck, Elara,” Marcus growled when she finally started to move. “You’re so tight and sweet.”

A shockwave of pleasure shot through her with the first roll of her hips. She lifted herself up slowly, almost letting him slip out completely, then sank back down. The rhythm was torturous, designed to make them

both lose their minds.

“God, El, you feel so good,” Marcus cried out, his muscles straining against the handcuffs.

“You like that?” Elara chuckled, picking up her pace slightly.

She rode him harder now, her hips moving in circles and then up and down, finding the angle that made stars explode behind her eyes.

“Say it,” she demanded, looking down at him with eyes dark with lust. “Say how much you love my pussy.”

“I- I love it,” Marcus stammered, his breath ragged and uneven. “I love your pussy, El. So fucking much.”

Then suddenly, he called out. “Stop. Elara, stop.”

She froze immediately, concern flashing across her face. “What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No.” His eyes were wild, desperate. “Uncuff me. Right now.”

“But I thought….”

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“Elara, uncuff me right now.”

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She reached up quickly, fumbling with the release mechanism on the handcuffs. The moment his hands were free, everything changed.

Marcus’s hands shot to her ass, grabbing both cheeks and spreading them wider. His hips lifted off the bed as he started pounding into her from below, the force of it making her gasp. Pleasure spiked through her veins like electricity.

He moved faster now, harder, taking complete control. His hands were everywhere, roaming her body. gripping and grabbing everything he could reach. Her breasts, her waist, her thighs, her ass.

“Oh my God, oh my God,” Elara cried, her hands bracing against his chest as he drove into her relentlessly.

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Elara laughed softly against his chest. “Deal.”

They lay there for a few more minutes, neither one wanting to move. Finally, Elara shifted slightly, lifting her head to look at him.

“We should probably clean up,” she said.

“Probably.”

But neither of them moved. They just stayed there, wrapped up in each other, the rest of the world completely forgotten.

After a while, Marcus shifted, carefully lifting Elara off him and setting her down beside him on the bed. He stood up, his legs slightly unsteady, and walked to the bathroom. She heard the shower turn on a moment later.

“Come on,” he called out. “Let’s get cleaned up.”

Elara groaned but forced herself to stand. Her legs felt like jelly, and there was a pleasant soreness between her thighs that would probably last until tomorrow.

She walked into the bathroom where Marcus was already under the hot spray. He held out his hand to her, and she took it, stepping into the shower with him.

They washed each other slowly, tenderly, the sexual energy from earlier replaced by something softer. Marcus shampooed her hair while she washed his chest. They rinsed off together, taking their time.

When they finally got out and dried off, they climbed back into bed. Marcus pulled Elara against his chest, wrapping his arms around her in that protective way he always did.

“Goodnight, El,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

“Goodnight, Marcus.”

Within minutes, they were both asleep, tangled together in the middle of the bed.