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Her mouth -- pretty pink lips that would look quite lovely around his c*ck -- pursed as she spoke those words. 

Rhianna.... 

"More glass!"Desmond, Sylvester's best man muttered, his eyes were half closed and he looked pretty drained. Even Damien, who was Desmond's twin brother was sleeping as a result of the harsh alcohol but They were completely ignored. 

Angelina kept her gaze fixed on Sylvester's, unmoving, With that touch of red in his hair and laugh lines around those smoky gray eyes, he was definitely a man, nothing like the boyish types that seemed to be everywhere. And he had those lean, rippling muscles. 

But what really attracted her was his air of sheer competence, like whatever he did, he’d do better than anyone else. She sighed, shook her head, trying to remind herself that she was Rhianna now and shouldn't act like a fool in front of him!.

Sylvester couldn’t tear his eyes away from her.

Thank be to the lord that he hadn’t stripped down his boxers, or else his erection would be throbbing between them, with nothing to hide it. 

The last thing he wanted was for her to know how much she was having an effect on him. Taking in her long legs, flat stomach, and hips, he cursed under his breath. The girl in front of him was beautiful. Breathtaking. 

It was impossible not to get a hard-on. He could strip her naked and bang the shit out of her in an instant. 

How easily could this girl in front of him react s3xually, he hated not being in control. It freaked the fuck out of him. And this girl made him lose all sense of control. How did she do that? 

"If there is nothing else, i would take my leave now!"Angelina muttered hurriedly, she needed to leave because just by watching him drink her in,her br3asts tingled and her nipples hardened into little buds, pressing into her light skimpy crop top.

The sensations deep in her p*$sy caused her to squ*rm and press her thighs together. Before she could reach the door, he had already walked towards the door and locked it before tossing the key to a side.

His swift movement did shock angelina for a moment but after, snapping back to reality, she gasped as her eyes met his s3xy grey ones which was dilated while staring down at her. 

"Your boss never informed or taught you on how to serve me?!"Sylvester asked and angelina gulped. 

"She taught me, am so sorry, i would serve you immediately!!"Angelina said with a clear panic evident on her voice. 

Last thing she wanted at that moment was to loose this job. 

Angelina pick up a bottle of oil. She twist the cap and smell it. Oooo… lavender, musk and something else......Rosemary?. She pour some on her palm and rub her hands together making The smell surrounds her. Very nice. 

As Sylvester moved back a little in a slow but sensual pace, he began to unbutton his shirt slowly and bloody sh!t , angelina held her breathe, He exudes pure sexual energy. The first  thing that hits her after his height and breadth are his incredible tattoos. 

He nods after removing his trouser and wrapping a towel around his waist, he goes to the massage table lies on it face down. Angelina gaze at the splendid body, the muscles gleaming in the dim room. She could feel her blood throbbing in her veins. She want to touch him. Her desire is so strong it’s as unsettling as a fingernail on a blackboard. It sets her teeth on edge. 

 

Her face feels flushed and she pray he hasn’t noticed her hesitation. She took a deep breath. Right. Make it hard and good! 

She picked up the oil that has been warming in the hot water. Damn, suddenly the smell of oil feels too musky and erotic. She gaze at his sinewy neck and feel the hair at the back of her own rise. He is like an animal, a big bad wolf. 

Sleek and dangerous. She put the musky oil back down and pick up a random bottle. pour the warm, lemon scented golden oil on the plateau at the base of his spine. She watch it pool. 

Then she take a deep breath and open the massage with a long, slow stroke. He doesn’t react. She shift her hands down to the two mounds of the gluteal muscles. They are firm, strong and tight … and bulging insolently. Make it hard. 

Mrs richard's voice rang inside her head. 

She dig down and get to work, careful not to make the mistakes that amateurs make – work too fast. Her breathing rate increases, but sylvester did nothing. Just lies there silently. She move to the front of him, grab his shoulders and push down his back with her thumbs and finger pads. Smooth and sensuous. 

Her hands roll back. It is almost hypnotic to feel her palms sliding down the tatted skin, and feel the strong muscles underneath move. By now sweat is running down her back. She was so caught up in the job she do not see his hands move, but they are, without warning, cupping her buttocks. she freeze, more in shock than anything else. his body moved.

Jumping up a little, she moved back in shock. 

"I don't think you want to keep your job!" 

"And again, I can see that your not very good at this job?" 

Before angelina could open her mouth to deny it, she was grabbed and pulled towards him, his towel was already rolled off his waist and she ended up falling on him. 

Her eyes widened immediately she felt his rock hard c*ck twitches against her belly. and she was suddenly struck by the desire to submit. To let him have his way. To let him f*ck her hard. Yes, it was like wanting her master to be in charge!