Page 82 of Sweetest Revenge

I ate her pussy like I had all the time in the world.

Like she wasn’t my once-best-friend-turned-enemy’s daughter.

I cataloged every single moan. The movement of her chest as she breathed. And the soft way she submitted to her orgasm when it finally came.

Because after this… she would be leaving me. No matter what I wanted, a contract was a contract, and I wouldn’t force anyone to stay by my side.

And I knew for a fact Addi still hated my guts. As she should. I had been reckless back then. Hungry for revenge without thinking of the people involved.

I deserved this.

In less than a week and a half, she would be gone, and I would be two million dollars poorer. But I didn't care about the money.

She was worth it all.

And between her legs, as the lights of the city shined in on us, I realized that there was no money I wouldn't spend to keep Addison Mercer by my side.

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ADDISON

I had a dirty secret.

One so shameful that every time I thought about it, I couldn't help but cringe.

I, Addison Mercer, someone who hated Warren King with an unbridled passion… actually liked working for the man.

After seeing what went down with Nick at SecureLink, I started to pay more attention to the type of work Warren was doing with the other companies.

I still handled his emails.

He even moved a little side desk into his office so we could work together during the day.

It was weird, being so close to him after our crazed fucking. I couldn’t keep my hands off him, and he met every one of my requests with eagerness. There were no more games between us.

“Fuck, Daddy, you feel so good,” I moaned as I sunk down onto Warren’s cock. He was sitting in his office chair, his hands on my ass, keeping me steady.

Warren was a man who liked to take control, but he was also a man who liked to watch me squirm. He watched with a straight face as I fucked myself on his cock. The only evidence of how much he liked it was how hard he was inside me.

I was determined to make myself come.

I got off no less than three times before he usually did, and Warren seemed to be trying to set a record of how many times he could make me come in each session.

“Am I doing good, Daddy?”

That got to him. He let out a shaky breath, his thumb coming to brush against my clit as I bounced on him.

I gripped his shoulders, using them to steady myself as I switched from bouncing to grinding. A movement that made my sixth orgasm rears its head.

“I didn’t say you could come yet, babygirl,” he said in a low voice that sent a shiver up my spine. “I know you want to milk my cock, but it’s going to be on my terms.”

I let out a whine and slowed my pace, biding my time.

I was getting addicted to him. To the way his body felt. To the perfect way his cock fit inside me. To the soft but powerful way he caressed me when we were spent and tangled in each other.

He fucked me in a hard, controlling way that made it so easy to submit to him and forget everything else, but afterwards, when we were coming down from our high, he treated me like no man had before.

Kind. Warren had a kindness that was hard to believe.

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