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“You don’t have to be in the room to be the richest, just the most talented.”
“You don’t have to be in the room to be the richest, just the most talented.”
“You want the funding? You spend the rest of the weekend with me. No distractions. No outside world. Just us.”
“You don’t make decisions. You don’t stress about outcomes. You don’t plan shit. You let me take care of everything.”
His smirk deepened. “I fucking love it.” And then, he dropped his shorts. I swear to God, my brain short-circuited. My eyes widened, my breath hitched, and my entire body froze in place. His dick was huge.
Legend let out a low laugh, shaking his head as he climbed onto the bed, hovering over me, his thick arms caging me in. “That,” he groaned, brushing his lips against my jaw, my throat and my collarbone, “is a fucking guarantee.”
he finally lifted his gaze to mine, his lips were shiny, his beard was wet as hell and his eyes were completely blown with hunger. “Look at that beautiful mess,”
“That’s it,” he growled. “Take all this dick, sweetheart. I know you can.”
“When I tell you cum on this dick, don’t hold back,” he commanded, his pace fast, deep and so fucking perfect. “Y-yes. Fuck, yessss…” “Good girl,” he groaned. “Cum on this dick, baby. Let me feel it.”
“They wake up, go to a job they hate, come home, and repeat until they die. They don’t own a second of their time. That’s the real trap.”
“You take it so good, baby,” he murmured, licking and teasing before sliding two fingers inside me, curling them just right.
