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Fire lights up his eyes as he directs me down onto the floor in front of him. Not letting go of my hair, he guides my mouth around the tip of his dick and pushes himself into me until he can’t go any further. With the end of his cock buried in my throat, my eyes return to his.

“Fuck, Brynn. It’s so deep.”

I struggle to swallow and his eyes roll back into his head at the feeling of my throat constricting around him. Instead of me bobbing my head back and forth, he begins gently fucking my mouth, taking control of the thrusting. I lift my hand and grip his balls carefully in my palm. This awards me a groan, and I’ve never felt so happy to know I’m bringing someone else pleasure. I feel good doing it, which aids in my own pleasure.

What the fuck is happening to me?

I push my negativity back into its place in a deep corner inside of my brain. I can deal with her later. There is something so fucking erotic about bringing a man to his knees, and she’s not going to ruin this feeling of empowerment that I haven’t felt in far too long.

When Richard pulls himself from between my lips, I wonder if I’ve done something wrong. Is it no longer feeling good? He answers my unspoken question by lifting me onto his desk and diving between my legs. He attacks my clit and though it’s still tender from yesterday, it’s as though his tongue is healing me with each flick.

“Oh my god, sir,” I scream out as the pleasure takes me over.

Fuck, I already need to come.

“Call me Richard.”

“I’ll call you whatever you want me to call you if you let me come, Richard.”

He doesn’t answer me, and it almost physically hurts me to force my body to obey.

“Please. Please, Richard. I need to come so bad.”

“How bad do you need to come, Brynn?”

“So bad it hurts,” I cry. And it does hurt. My clit is throbbing, it’s in pain, and I can feel my orgasm begin to flood over me. I’m powerless to stop it.

“Come for me, Brynn.”

He barely finished his command before my orgasm tears through me, and I’m squirting my cum into his mouth. Fuck it’s so hot to watch him take me in. I hated not seeing what he looked like as I came this morning.

“You’re extraordinary, like nothing I’ve ever tasted before. I can’t get enough, but my desire to be inside of you is outweighing my hunger for your taste.

“Fuck me, Richard. I need you, too.”

He isn’t slow or gentle, and once again, he knows exactly what I need from him. I watch the desire dance over his features as he brings both of us closer to the edge. I want to hate it. I don’t want to put my faith in him, but he’s making it more difficult for me to resist the longer I’m in his presence.

The longer he’s in my pussy.

“Brynn,” he pants and I know he’s getting ready to come.

“I’m close again, Richard. May I please come?”

“Come with me, Brynn.”

As the two of us reach our climax together, my eyes get lost in his possessive stare. In them I see his desire to own me completely. It still scares me, but it’s the thrill I’ve always craved with sex. I know I will end up giving myself to him.

But will I be able to convince him to keep me when my time here is over?

ChapterTwenty-One

BRYNN

It’s beenyears since the last time I laid down in the grass and watched the clouds roll by.

It was when Emmaline was still alive. Mom and the guy she had over were so high, they never even noticed we were gone. Which is a good thing, because they would have beaten us senseless if they knew we’d left. We walked to the park down the street and laid in the grass of the pitcher’s mound in one of the baseball diamonds. We stayed there for hours picking out animals, cars, even a Mickey Mouse shaped cloud. Being away from our house, able to relax and be little kids for once…the thought fills me with as much joy as it does sadness.

Looking at the clouds hovering high above Richard’s estate, I think about how much I miss Emmaline. She would love it here.

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