Miss Taylor or
Vivian has had the hots for Seb forever and while he might fuck her, she can never be a wife to one of the heirs. She gave up that right when she fucked off to Colorado.
One of the towns my Riri lived in. Information to file away and look into.
“Oh, I had no intention of stopping. The slut can act bashful all she wants, but she wasn’t shy when she had your cock in her throat while Liam pounded her ass last month. Right, sweetheart?” She whimpers at his question.
I snicker at that memory. When will they ever learn?
Never. Especially when billions are involved. Miss Taylor, like so many others, see us and they see dollar signs. They think their pretty pink pussies will sway our decisions. Like we’re putty in their scheming money-hungry hands.
Leaning over her prone form stretched across the desk, I smack her ass, the spot turning red. “You like being railed against Seb’s desk during school?” I tease.
I won’t fuck her or another girl now that Emma’s in my sights. No one else will compare. Her face contorts, mock horror strewn across her frenzied state as if she’s chaste and I’ve stolen her maidenhood.
Chuckling, I state, “Cut the shit,
Miss Taylor, you already know what my piercing feels like as it rammed down your throat so hard that you were hoarse for almost a week. Your raspy voice was begging for more.”
At my words, her lust-filled eyes gaze at me through her lashes. Her moans increase with each stroke of Seb’s dick. But I’ve had enough of this midday hate fuck.
I grab the folder off his desk and give her nipples a firm hard pinch. Which must have made her walls clench, because Seb lets out a satisfied moan of his own. I tip my head, smiling, a knowing grin painting my face.
Glad to be of assistance.
I check my watch and see that I have enough time and could get my dick sucked if I wanted to, but since my Riri showed up me and my dick aren’t interested in old crusty pussy.
“Enjoy yourself. I hope you wrapped it up,” I say, striding toward his office door.
My hands are wrapped around the knob just as he responds, “You know me better than that. I’m wrapped and it’s ass fucks only. The only person getting this nut in their guts is our little spitfire.”
That has Vivian bucking and screaming her frustration, but all I can hear as I close the door is his roaring laughter. Hate fucks are always so entertaining and the hate Sebastian has for Miss Taylor is beyond this world.
EMMA
The gentle caress of fingers glide up the heated skin of my belly, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Soft warm lips kiss a trail down my neck, not stopping until they wrap around the peaked bud of my nipple. The nip of teeth makes me clench, moaning out in pleasure at the contrast of the cool air before the mouth returns, sucking me in. As the assault on my nipple increases, hands slip into the waistband of my cotton sleep shorts, halting at the feel of my exposed pussy.
“Fuck Riri you’re bare for me,” a murmured voice causes my conscious to stir, but the pull of this dreamscape is too great, and I don’t want to leave. I’ve never been touched like this. I whimper in protest at the loss of the mouth on my breast.
As if being spurred on by my protest, a hot mouth encompasses my nipple as firm calloused hands glide closer toward the ache between my legs. I wiggle my hips, hoping I can make them move faster. A sharp sting of pain causes me to cry out, as teeth bite into my raised flesh.
“Behave, Love, or you’ll get punished instead of pleasured.”
The deep timbre of August’s voice vibrates and shivers travel through my every nerve ending.
Why the hell am I dreaming about August?
Before I can contemplate my thoughts any further, two fingers dip into my now wet and wanton pussy. My back bows at the slight stretch to my entrance.
Groaning around my nipple,
“Oh Love, you’re untouched. Look how wet you are for me. So tight clenching around my fingers. We’ll fix that soon enough.”
His excitement felt with each pump in and out of my channel brings me closer to release.
My body hums in need when his fingers slip out, drifting to my clit and pinching. A scream from the tip of my blue-painted toes travels up through my wired body, causing me to try and snap my thighs closed.
Instantly, his lips leave my breast and the whooshing of air is the only sound I hear before the crack of his palm lands against my rounded hip. The rhythm he plays against my body doubles as he strums my clit like an electric guitar- short and choppy then quick and smooth, making me mewl in some unrecognizable combination of a scream.
“Uh, uh, uh, what did I say? Do you want pleasure or pain?”
August’s lyrical reprimand has my legs dropping open.
“Good girl.” He can manhandle me in my dreams. If this was real life I’d smack him.
The patronizing basta-.
My inner thoughts misfire as his middle finger dips back inside of my drenched pussy, my juices rolling down the crack of my ass as his thumb renews its efforts on my stimulated clit. His devilish tongue licks along my collarbone before latching onto my neck, licks and nips edging me to the precipice. A deep bite, enough to bruise, and insertion of another finger sends me careening off the cliff. Inaudible gasps burst from my mouth, morphing into cries, noises that I can’t imagine I’d ever make. I feel a quick sting to my neck as my whole body shakes. A gush of moisture flows between my legs, evidence of my release.
As my body calms, I hear August’s voice one last time before sleep takes hold again, “
I’ll have many more of your firsts, Love.”
The press of his plump lips against my forehead is the last thing I feel as I drift back into the abyss.
* * *
My eyes pop open, my lungs gulping in as much air as my expanding chest can handle. I survey the room, taking in every inch, ensuring I’m alone and it was just a fevered sex dream. It felt so real, evident by the moisture in my now very wet sleep shorts.
Sitting up, I reach over to the water on my nightstand and take four slow sips.
It was just a dream Ry.
I pick up my cell phone squinting at the offensive illuminating screen. Six in the morning.
Sighing in frustration, it’s time to get up. My body feels relaxed, less tense, but I hate early mornings. Flipping the sheet from my body, I kick my legs over the side of the bed, steadying myself before I rise and head for the bathroom. Turning the temperature of the water to warm, I don’t wait, jumping in the shower and letting the cold water run against my heated skin.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.