Rhea POV It didn’t take long for me to fall into the rhythm. My body remembered exactly how good he felt, and soon I was rolling my hips with more confidence, sliding up and down his cock in a steady pace that filled the quiet office with wet, obscene sounds. I got so used to it that even he couldn’t hold back anymore. Low, rough groans started slipping from his chest every time I sank down on him, and that sent a strange, dizzying sense of pride through me. Just watching his head fall back against the chair, his teeth clenched, the veins in his neck standing out… It made something shift inside me. For the first time all day, I felt like I had the upper hand. “Fuck… just like that,” he growled, but his hands stayed locked on the armrests like he was forcing himself not to touch me. But his hips still betrayed him. They twitched upward every time I took him deep, chasing more, even while he tried to stay in control. Seeing how hard he was holding back, something wicked sparked
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