INICIAR SESIĂNđđđđĄđđ§đąđđ„âThe cameras unfortunately donât show anything past this point. One minute, he is standing and the next, he is in the back of his trunk.â Clive taps the man manning the security booth on the shoulder, before he taps on the screen multiple times. âI thought the tapes were doctored at first, but I was on call that day and didnât take my lunch break.ââI managed to get the fragments of the shadow of another person in the same place with them. I canât ID him because he is covered from head to toe, but he'd shot our guy and then released Aren.ââThis confirms what he said about having a partner, but how did this shadow know where they were going to be?â Clive rubs his neck, tapping on one of the screens showing a wider coverage. âHe came from behind and caught my man off-guard. The only way this could have happened is if someone told him that information.ââSo, are you saying there's a mole amidst your workers?âClive nods. âAs much as I hate to admit it, yes, thereâs a
đđ«đđđĄđâWere you able to find out the reason for this meeting?â I ask Winifred, shuffling through the files on my desk, my nerves sharpening with every page I flip.âUnfortunately, the meeting details are airtight. None of the other shareholders seem to know what the meeting is about, and even Mr. Wallace is turning redder by the second because he has been kept on the outside.ââFuck.â My fingers tap the desk in an unsteady rhythm, each beat a warning drum in my chest. Walking into a board meeting blind is nothing short of a suicide mission. âWhat about our stats? Are there any branches slacking off? Any reviews that throw us into a bad light? Anythingâanything at allâthat will be used against me in this meeting?âWinifred shakes her head, frustration etched on her face. âIâve burned through our accounts and nothing is amiss. Weâre doing so well, Iâm shocked people arenât coming in to congratulate you.âI snap my fingers, desperate for a lead. âWhat about that new branch Wallace
đđ«đđđĄđâWhen did you get this message?â Nathaniel grips my phone so hard, I am sure Iâll be needing a new one if he holds onto it for a second longer. âI already have someone tracking the number.âMarcos is holding me still in his lap, while Cameron is on his feet, pacing a hole in the floor, and Yemaya sits as close to me as she can, their presence comforting me. I had managed to hold things together until the plane finally landed. Nathaniel exploded when I told him, sending everyone off the plane except Maya but Winifred wasnât spared because the smaller our group, the better.âWinifred brought the phone to me while we were still in the air.â I think back, counting the hours carefully. âIâd say that was five hours ago, and please donât tell me I should have told you immediately. I prefer you to panic on the ground, and not at an altitude where weâll die if you throw the pilot out of the window.âNathaniel flushes, tossing my phone on the chair. âI'm going to apologize to the p
đđ«đđđĄđâHow is my week looking?â I ask Winifred, trying hard to find a spot that favors my sore ass cheeks. I catch Cameron shooting me a sly wink at me, but I refuse to blush in front of my employee.âTwo meetings we canât push, and the board wants to sit.â Winifred frowns, tapping a few times on her tablet. âI donât know what itâs about, the details werenât shared.âI try not to roll my eyes, as that would aggravate my headache. âIs this fronted by a certain someone who loves calling meetings at the slightest inconvenience?âWinifred shakes her head. âHeâll be at the meeting, but this request was sent by Mr. Lushall.âLushall is the second-highest shareholder after my parents and me. If he is calling for a meeting, it must be serious. âOh heavens. Can you find out what itâs about? I donât want to be caught off-guard. Check all our stores, the progress, anything flagged red should be on my desk before tomorrow morning.ââOn it.â Winifred pushes her glasses up her nose. âIs ther
đđ«đđđĄđMarcos unties me from the bedpost, and drags me to the edge where Nathaniel is waiting. I am too tired to move anything or plead; he isnât going to listen to me.âOpen wide.âNathaniel places a hand on my chest to steady me and another behind my neck. I am lying on my back, making the angling weird, but Nathaniel finds my throat and stays there.âYou got something right today.â He plays with my nipples, pinching and tugging. âMy kryptonite is your mouth. I could stay here forever. My cock fits so well in there.âMoaning around the cock in my mouth is huge work, Nathanielâs words spur a longing inside me, sending sparks down to my greedy nub. My pussy is sore and I may not be able to walk for days, yet I want to be filled again.âGreedy girl.â Nathaniel spreads his legs as he leans forward, making me gasp and choke. âBreathe in and out through your nose and relax.â He kisses my stomach, and trails kisses over my thighs, spreading my legs.His balls tickle my nose with ever
đđ«đđđĄđMy eyes roll to the back of my head when Nathaniel slams into me again and pulls out, the sudden emptiness wrecking me in ways that shouldnât feel this good. Heâs going to make me cum by this alone. His cock grazes that pulsing spot inside me with every thrust, teasing and taunting, screaming to be stroked, touched, used.âYouâre going to cum all over my cock, and then Iâm going to cum inside that sassy mouth of yours.â Nathanielâs words are followed with an audible smack, sharp and deliberate. âAre you ready for the finale, baby?âI amâGod, I am. And yet, Iâm not. It all feels too good, too consuming, and I donât want it to end. I want to keep him inside me forever, to stretch this high until the world falls apart. âDonât make me cum,â I manage to whimper out, though my body betrays me with how badly it trembles for release.âWhat was that?â Nathaniel buries himself deep into my weeping pussy, dragging my head up against his chest, his eyes burning into mine. âYou donât







