Page 61 of Rhet

I pull at my nipples, imagining it’s his fingers doing so.

“This feels so good.” I drag in air between my teeth.

“I wanna come.”

Then I think about him putting me on my knees, stroking his cock in front of my me as he cums on my… I lose my thoughts as my orgasm begins to build.

I’m almost there. “Oh shit, Rhet. Rhet, Rhet, please.” My breathing is uneven, I curve my back off the bed as I come to thoughts of Rhet Banner screwing me.

As I come down from the orgasm, I can still feel the tiny beat in my pussy. I should feel ashamed about jerking off to my boss. However, I don’t.

If he can look at me, call my name, and have a full orgasm with someone else. I think I deserve the right to do what I just did. Should I feel upset about the thought of Rhet with other girls? We’re not in a relationship, but I do feel a sting of jealousy for the girls he chooses to fuck.

He’s confusing as hell. He’s giving me whiplash with his reactions to things. That kiss today felt real. It felt like we’ve been kissing each other for years.

Nonetheless, he pushes me away but uses my name to have an orgasm. Like pick a struggle Rhet, but since he can’t seem to, I’ll do it for him.

RHET

The next morning, she acts as if she didn’t even see me bust a nut on someone’s face. She walks in with my coffee and a pastry. Then she begins her normal routine. Telling me what I have to get done today. Her reaction is causing some irritation.

“You have the Smiles for Miles charity event today. Which means you have to smile with some kids. Maybe take some pics.”

“I honestly feel like toxic hour shouldn’t start at 9 a.m. or until after I’ve had my third cup of coffee. We should do this in the car.”

“Your Dad wants to meet with you on Monday. Wait, toxic hour?” She raises her eyebrow slowly.

“Yes, the time where you tell me all the things I have to deal with for the day,” I grumble.

“Okay, but you need to get things done today. So where was I?” she turns and flicks the screen of her iPad.

I thought that she would have been nervous this morning, maybe a bit timid. However, she is normal and it’s bugging me. I think she is trying to shut me out. She isn’t even blushing. Was she not affected by what she saw last night? Why the hell isn’t she rattled?

“Did you go home and flick your bean after what you saw?”

There, that should get her attention. She doesn’t even miss a beat; she puts her iPad down.

“Are you twelve? Did you just ask me if I flicked my bean?”

I want her frazzled. Just once, I would like for her to lose her breath over me.

Walking around the counter dragging my fingers along the marble, I roll my shoulders as they begin to tense. I step to her, invading her space, taking up her air. I’m in her face. I take pleasure in watching her eyes expand, seeing her lips open slightly.

“God you’re so beautiful, Zee.”

“Rhet?” Her tongue peaks out and touches her lip.

There she is. The woman who I have an effect on.

I move close to her. She manages to walk back slowly. “So let me ask you again. Did you go home and fuck yourself after seeing me?”

“What’s happening here?” she asks.

She swallows, licks her lips, and reaches behind her to feel a wall or anything. I lean in closer. Getting to her eye level. “I asked you a question, Zee, did you fuck yourself to the thoughts of me screwing someone else? Yes, or No?”

She nods.

“Good girl. Did you come? Did you call my name when you did?” My cock jerks, even though I mean to tease her, this is making me hard.

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