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Except it’s also Preston, the most perfect man I know.

And… well, my body is still filled with the same impossible panic but my mind is clear now.

My heart is clear now.

Everything is so damned clear now.

Chapter Ten

Two Years Later

Elizabeth

I have weekends off now. I guess that’s what happens when you get promoted into the corporate side of things and don’t have to really worry about taking care of the customers who show up on the weekends.

There’s a lot of controversy about that, too. I’m only twenty-four. I’m in a position of authority over a lot of people. I’m a regional vice president. There are ninety-two locations in my region. No other regional vice president is younger than thirty-five.

So, I’m kind of an upstart.

But I don’t care. In fact, I kind of love it. This is my fourth month as an RVP, and for every monthly meeting, everyone else has to hear about how my numbers are all better than the month before. Who knows? Maybe in a few years, people will focus on my performance and not my age.

Preston focuses on my performance.

I mean, I guess since I have a young body that seems like it’s designed to please a man, he might also be focusing on my age. But right now, he’s definitely focusing on my performance as I roll my hips over him and feel that magnificent cock of his inside of me.

Wow. Magnificent cock.

How often do you get to hear a regional vice president of a hundred-million dollar company say something like that?

But his cock is magnificent. My panther’s whole body is magnificent, in face. My hands rest on his chest, and it’s so astounding, actually to feel the power of his muscles there even though he’s not actively engaging them at the moment.

I lean down and kiss him. His hands are, at the moment, on my thighs. I know he’s going to go crazy. I always drive him to that point. Oh, he’ll let me keep control for a while here but you better believe it isn’t going to last. No way. No how. He’s going to take over, and when he does it will feel like a miracle that I even survive.

I mean, that’s an exaggeration but you get the point right?

Predator.

Baby deer.

That’s even more obvious now, right?

Well, my very sexy apex predator killing machine decides he’s had enough of me setting the pace, the intensity, and the position. When his hands move from my thighs and he takes hold of my ass, I gasp. A moment later, I yelp as he rolls us over and his cock drives deeply into me.

It’s missionary suddenly.

It’s missionary and my legs are pressed against my body. In the process of rolling us over, my legs end up caught in his shoulders so I’m bent in two with his cock driving into me and me completely unable to do anything about it at all. I wonderif you can even imagine how utterly vulnerable I feel in this position.

I mean…this is…

I don’t want to say it’s as powerful and frightening as it was the first time I saw Preston as his cat but you can use that as a way to understand a little bit about how overpowering it is. I’m utterly helpless with his weight atop me. My ankles are almost at my shoulders, and his cock is so big and drives so deeply into me!

“Preston!” I scream. Of course, I’m so completely overwhelmed that the scream is really just a whisper as my entire body locks up and my orgasm hits. I’m helpless long before it hits but as my body loses all semblance of control, the reality of my helplessness feels a great deal more visceral to me. The way his cock drives into me so deeply!

Damn.

That’s me, the big important regional vice president. I wonder how much of an important executive I look like with my body bent in two like this and my face probably showing something between absolute terror and complete sexual abandon. I mean, how in the world do I look like anything other than an absolutely crazed porn star?

I might giggle at that thought if it were possible to do that while I’m just…

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