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Declan and Diesel were twins, with Diesel being the oldest by ten minutes. After them was Demetria, Denim and then me.
“Well, Mr. Dymon, if that is the definition of an executive assistant, then that number on the offer sheet I signed yesterday needs to double, and I need a work phone too because I refuse to have you ordering me around on my personal phone. I will turn that phone off with the quickness, and you will instantly disappear.
“I like her. She had your ass speechless. Read your ass like a book. And you ain’t do shit but look goofy.”
There was really no reason for me to be this goofy for a chick I’ve only known for a week. Her family down in that country town must be practicing witchcraft in the back of those B&B’s because I was truly disgusted at myself.
“Don’t you ever in your fucking life tell a nigga you sorry for turning him down. Do you understand me?”
She sat on the bed and spread her legs, giving me the perfect view of her pussy. I got on my knees to get an even better look at it.
“Mhmm. Damn,” I mumbled as she painted her face with my nut. She kissed down the shaft of my dick until she started running her tongue across my balls. “Alright.” I breathed, grabbing her chin. Grinning, she kissed the tip of my dick before standing up. She smacked my ass. “Tighten up.” “Chill out, man.” She walked in the bathroom laughing.
“Okay. Oh, and, Mr. Dymon...” He looked at me. “Don’t ever let a bitch disrespect me again.”
“And what is this?” It was my own NDA that I’d come up with. I’d typed some of the craziest shit on it. “You signed something, and you don’t know what it is?” He tapped the first line. -Do not tell people that you and I had relations (Stock might go down). “What the fuck do you mean, ‘your stock might go down’?” I tried to hide my smirk, but I couldn’t help it, and I burst into a fit of giggles.
“You been sitting at your desk with Kegel balls inside of you?” “Yes, sir.”
“I can’t fucking move. And my dick won’t go on soft.” I clenched my muscles, making him hiss. “And don’t do that, Princess.” He kissed my shoulder before lying on it. “Mr. Dymon, so…” I nudged him when I felt his body getting heavier.
If what Declan said about him ruining women was true, then I was next on the list because I was on cloud nine, and I didn’t want to leave that feeling any time soon.
Then it happened.
Never let me have to ask you to do something
“You’re just digging yourself into a deeper hole.” Denim could only shake her head.
Our relationship is about communication as well. You see how easy it was to tell me that you love me, instead of trying to fight it.” His eyebrows went together. “That is not what I said.” “In so many words, it is what you said, but I won’t force you to say it. Where did you stay last night?”
“What are you looking at?” I asked as I positioned myself on the bed for the way I wanted him to stuff his dick in my mouth. I was on my back hanging my head off the edge, looking at him upside down. “I am looking at your… what are you doing?” “You see what I’m doing.” “Oh…oh…oh. Well, I…I am just trying to see if you are fertile right now.”
He loved when I gagged on his dick.
shoulders. “Mr. Dymon, I got private jet coochie?” Bernard choked and cleared his throat, while I continued to laugh.
She leaned forward and whispered. “That was so sexy. Will you marry me?” I met her in the middle and pecked her lips. “Don’t tempt me.”
“Mr. and Mrs. Danger, what can I get you?” She looked at me and grinned. “Are you telling them to say that?”
“That’s funny. You want a real one? Is that your style?”
“Oh, this is my song.” She climbed in my lap and started swaying her hips. “Call me crazy, but I think I found the love of my life,” she mouthed to me while gripping my chin.
Pulling away from my lips, she whispered in my ear, “It’s approaching ovulating time, Mr. Dymon.” “Lift up and sit on my dick, Princess.” “Are you…are you sure,” she panted.
And then…I knew why…he was suddenly making love to me. He’d ran his hand up the front of my body, pulling me up to his chest as he rocked inside of me. It happened when I rested my head against his shoulder.
“I love you, Quinci,” he whispered in my ear. There it was. He didn’t say, Princess, I love you. He said, Quinci. “I love you, Quinci.” That was real. That was outside of the expectations that he’d set…we’d both set. Those words were the reason that I’d cried while he made love to me. Those words were the reason I let him work himself in my asshole. Anal sex while high, tipsy, and emotionally high was the best journey I could’ve ever taken my body on. When he was done filling my ass with his cum, he said, “Please, don’t leave me.”
“To show our babies, once they grown, how crazy I had their mom looking after dropping dick in her.”
“I don’t mean to cut you off, but you keep saying ‘wanted.’ Do you not want that anymore?”
“Quinci? Talk to me.” “I wanted that…until I shook the hand of Mr. Dymon Danger. It’s like you light a fire under me that I didn’t even know I
“Baby? Can I have a little privacy while I wipe myself, please?” He looked at me, turning his nose up. “Girl, I put my nose in your pussy. Please, but I’ll leave.”
“Well, since we are going to be living in New York, I might have to apologize to…” She sighed in annoyance. “I’m going to have to apologize to Cruella De Vil and Scar for disrespecting them in their home.”
