Page 45 of Marrying My Ex's Boss

My body shook the whole bed with an orgasm that ripped through every fiber of my being.

He wrapped his other hand around my waist, kept my back in that deep arch so he was practically riding my ass, and covered my mouth with his. I screamed into his lungs as another orgasm came quickly on the heels of the last one.

There were tears rolling down my face that I wasn’t even aware of shedding. My body kept vibrating, and I couldn’t seem to get it under control. Just the feel of his hand around my throat gave me shivers, and that arm around my middle holding me in place felt like my anchor.

I doubt you could get a sheet of paper between us; that’s how close we were. And then he started moving, and nothing had ever felt so good. Slow, deep, hard, shallow, slow, deep, on repeat, and I was a mass of confusion. When he went slow, I wanted him to go fast; when I wanted him to go fast, he went slow until I realized he was teasing me and did some teasing of my own.

I squeezed my pussy muscles hard and locked him off. Now, he was the one groaning into my mouth. He eased me down without breaking our lips apart until my hands were planted on the bed again.

That hand stayed around my throat, but the one that was around my middle now rested on my hip, and he squeezed my throat as he slammed into me. Everything went dark.

‘This bitch!’

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‘Doin' it and doin it and doin it well. I represent Queens she was raised out in Brooklyn. Doin it’.

Justice, what are you singing now?

‘Bitttcccchhhhh. Ooh bitch! You wake?’

I guess so; what happened?

‘Girrrllllll, when I tell you that dick put you out. Daddy took care a you, though.’

What do you mean? Took care of me how?

‘He cleaned you up and stuff.’

Where is he?

‘He took his long dick self off somewhere I don’t know. I’m stuck here with stupid.’

Hey!

‘Quiet as it’s kept, though, I saw those tadpole things running around in here. I caught all but three. Them little fuckers was fast. Like Michael Phelps at a swim meet.’

What?

‘Where you going?’

To flush them out.

‘No, the fuck you ain’t neither. Mama didn’t do right by you at all. Are you dumb? You didn’t flush them, badass kids, you had with that broke ass fucker, but you gon flush the ones from the billionaire? Bitttcccchhhhh, I’ma tell, Daddy.’

He can’t hear you.

‘I’ll make it happen. Now put your legs in the air and make sure these babies take. Trying to get rid of my retirement fund. Keep messing with my money and my good dick. You ain’t learn your lesson with the last one?’

I ignored Justice, who kept going on and on. ‘It’s too late anyway. They bore a hole in that bitch and disappeared. You’d need a fireman hose to get them outta there.’

I noticed there were curtains blowing inward and realized there was a door leading outside from the bedroom.

There was a new silk robe thrown across the foot of the bed and I balked when I saw the name brand. Oh, my goodness, that had got to be the softest robe I’ve ever worn. It felt almost sinful for something to feel this good.

I walked towards the curtain, pulled it back, and saw him sitting out there. He didn’t turn around but reached his arm back. “Come here, love.” I hobbled, yes, hobbled over to the chair, and he pulled me down on his lap. He was wearing a matching robe.

I felt shy and unsure of myself, seeing as how Justice made it sound like I was the worst bed partner ever. “Look at that sunset.”

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