BIG BOSS, We Beg You!

BONUS (21+ SCENE)

That night, the house felt much quieter than usual.

Yet it also felt more romantic.

Dixon had just finished showering with Diana, both of them still warm and damp, their hair dripping with tiny beads of water, their skin feeling fresh.

Dixon wore a towel wrapped around his waist, and Diana was covered with a thin towel that wrapped around her small figure.

Diana looked at him with a soft smile, her cheeks blushing after the bath.

Dixon leaned against the bathroom doorframe, watching Diana towel off her damp skin. Steam curled around her silhouette, softening the edges of her body in the golden light.

She caught his gaze in the mirror, lips quirking. “Enjoying the view?”

He crossed the room in two strides, fingers hooking into the edge of her towel. “Not yet.”

With a slow tug, the fabric pooled at her feet.

Diana shivered, not from cold, but from the way his eyes darkened as they traced her bare curves.

Dixon’s palm slid up her waist, thumb brushing the underside of her breast. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

Diana arched into his touch, nails scraping his stubble as she pulled him down for a kiss. Heat flared between them, mouths slanting together, tongues tangling.

Dixon groaned when she ground against his thigh, the friction drawing a gasp from her lips.

“Bed,” she panted.

He didn’t need telling twice. The sheets were cool against her back, but Dixon’s body burned as he settled over her. His mouth trailed down her throat, teeth grazing her collarbone before closing around a nipple.

Diana gasped, fingers twisting in his hair as he sucked hard, then soothed the sting with his tongue.

His hand slid lower, fingers parting her folds. “So wet already.”

She bucked against his touch. “Stop teasing.”

Dixon chuckled, but obeyed, sinking two fingers inside her. Her moan was muffled against his shoulder as he curled them, hitting that sweet spot with practiced precision.

“More,” she demanded.

He withdrew, slick fingers gliding up to circle her clit.

Diana growled, then flipped him onto his back. “My turn.”

Her mouth trailed down his chest, lower, until his hips jerked off the mattress with a choked curse.

Dixon’s breath hitched as Diana’s tongue swirled around the head of his cock, her fingers tightening around the base.

But before she could take him deeper, he hauled her up by the hips, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

“Enough teasing, Honey,” he growled, guiding himself to her entrance.

Diana gasped as he pushed inside, her nails digging into his shoulders. The stretch was delicious, the heat of him filling her completely.

Dixon didn’t wait…he walked them toward the bed, each step driving him deeper, her pussy clenching around his cock with every movement.

When they reached the mattress, he didn’t lay her down gently. He tumbled them both onto the sheets, never breaking their connection, his hips already rolling against hers.

Diana arched beneath him, her heels hooking behind his thighs, urging him deeper.

“AHH, fuck me harder, Hubby,” she demanded, her voice ragged.

Dixon obeyed, snapping his hips forward, the slap of skin echoing in the room.

He dragged her legs over his shoulders, bending her nearly in half, the new angle making her cry out.

“Like that?” he gritted out, pistoning into her.

Diana could only nod, her fingers twisting in the sheets as pleasure coiled tighter, hotter.

Then, with a rough groan, Dixon flipped her onto her hands and knees, pulling her hips back against him.

His palm landed on her ass…once, twice…before he thrust in again, deeper than before.

“God, yes—” she choked out, her body trembling.

Dixon leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear. “Not done with you yet.”

Dixon’s fingers dug into Diana’s hips as he drove into her from behind, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

She arched her back, pushing against him, meeting every snap of his hips with a gasp.

“Close,” he gritted out, his rhythm faltering.

Diana reached between her legs, circling her clit just as he spilled inside her with a groan. His cock pulsed within her, but she didn’t let him pull away—she clenched around him, milking every last drop until he shuddered.

“Ah…Fuck!” he panted, collapsing onto the bed beside her.

She smirked, trailing her fingers down his chest. “Cum twice please, Honey…”

His eyes darkened as she straddled him, her slick folds gliding over his softening length.

Slowly, she worked him back to full hardness, her hips rolling in slow, torturous circles.

Dixon’s hands gripped her thighs, his breath ragged.

“You’re relentless,” he muttered.

Diana leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “And you love it.”

She sank onto him again, taking him deep, her body tightening around his cock.

This time, she set the pace slow, then fast, then slow again….until his hips jerked beneath her.

“Cum for me, My Hubby…” she whispered.

His release hit harder the second time, his groan raw as he spilled inside her again.

Diana rode him through it, her own climax crashing over her as she clenched around him, her moans mingling with his.

When she finally stilled, Dixon dragged her down against his chest, both of them slick with sweat and spent.

“Ah…you good fucker. I love you so much, My wife,” he breathed.