Page 12 of Tammaro DeLuca

My eyes widened as I watched myself in the mirror.

“You're so fucking beautiful, baby. And you feel so damn good.” He growled.

“I'm not a whore.” I whined as he fucked me.

“No, but you are for me.” His fingers strummed my clit as he moved, and I struggled to hate the control he exercised with precision. “My little whore. Slut … princess… fucktoy… beautiful girl…”

“Ro!” I shuttered, trying to not give in to his nasty ways. I couldn’t. My body betrayed me every time he called me something offensive. It was the way he made it sound like the sexiest pet name in the world. His…

“Hard and fast, baby. Hit it hard and fast. I need at least one more and I have coffee being made. I don't want it cold.”

I giggled at the audacity of this man.

“Then get to work, Daddy.” I looked him in the eye through the mirror and dared him to give me whatever he wanted.

“There she is…” He smiled in approval. “Sassy girl. Now, fuck me back.” He demanded.

I did, meeting each of his strokes with my own. Pushing back into his thrusts so he went deeper, pounded harder, and made him fuck me more erotic than the last time. The sensations magnified, making this thing we were doing so much more intense. There was a knock on the door and Ro barked at them.

“I’m fucking in here.” He responded.

I covered my mouth because he meant that he was in here with the word fuck thrown in for emphasis. Instead, he’d communicated exactly what we were doing.

“Sorry.” The voice said before leaving abruptly.

“Fucking up my groove.” He muttered as he went back to focusing on me.

I was close, almost to where I needed to be. A little nudge was all it would take. As if he knew, his fingers teased my folds, and I closed my eyes as he found my favorite spot. The one right beneath my clit.

“Thought I didn’t know about that? Every time I get close to it, you get weak. Like you crave it to be touched. Teased. Especially when you’re getting fucked.”

I came. The release hit me like a bag of bricks, knocking the wind out of me. He didn’t even bother to let me recoup. He continued fucking me and teasing that spot, hailing another orgasm front and center.

“Your pussy is something else. Look at the way she comes for me. She’s the whore and you’re my good girl.”

I gasped as another orgasm hit me quick and fast, not as heavy, but still good.

“Now that you’re good. This one is between me and her.” He said.

He moved me so that we were above the toilet. My hands on the seat, he lifted me so that my legs were off the ground, ass pressed against his groin, while he was inside me. Fucking me in the air while I held on to the seat. Thank god this bathroom was clean.

I couldn’t run or hide from how he rode me. He held my legs up as he pumped his hips into me. I wrapped them around his waist and hummed his approval before smacking my ass, pumping it down harder with his hands. Lifting and sinking me on to his thickness. My pussy was so slick from how he abused her. Taking everything he did and thanking him with a smile. The sound of skin hitting skin was loud, but my screams were silent, caught in my throat and afraid of coming out and alerting anybody to the good time we were having here.

The way he fucked me messed with my mind, body, and soul. It made me feel safe in his presence, cared for, and adored by how good the dick was to me. I knew better, and yet here I was, falling down the rabbit hole with him. It was all because of the high that I was feeling. When it cleared, things would go back to normal. I also needed space from Ro. Too much of a good thing always turned out badly, and this was something I needed to stay good. No matter how bad he wanted me to be.

YOLANDA

My father called me to let me know he needed to see me immediately. Usually, he didn’t call me on Saturdays to talk about work, but he’d instructed me that it had to be today inside the office. Monday was going to be too late, apparently.

When I arrived, my father and my ex were sitting there at the conference table with papers and folders in front of them. The walls were made of glass, so I saw them as I approached. They looked formal, no

“It’s all in here?” My father asked him as I entered.

“Every detail he required.” Jeremy responded.

“Sit down, Landy.” My father said to me. Not used to him taking that tone with me, I was alarmed.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

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