Blackmailing the Boss
As her breathing labors and she begins to pant, I reach for her waist and flip her over.
"Having you ride me," I growl, "is fucking amazing."
Her eyes open wide as I slide in and out, slowing her rhythm and creating my own.
"But now it's time to remind you who's the boss."
Her smile grows. "Show me, sir."
I almost lose it as I take over and we fall in sync. As she shudders around me, her red lips forming the perfect O, I remember her word.
Pretend.
This is pretend, but not the way she's been defining it. What is pretend is my show of control. Kimbra Jones has it all. I'd fall to my knees and beg her if I could make this weekend continue.
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