Page 32 of Bossy Grump's Secret

His grunts affirm he understands. When I hear the deep hissing sound of his zipper, my mouth waters even more.

"You're dripping," he announces, removes his hand from my flesh, and shows it to me.

I am dripping.

"You're so sensitive...so wet. I can't control myself..." he mutters.

"Don't," I command.

I feel his tip nudge my entrance. Here we go again. The thrust doesn't take me by surprise. It's the pleasure that does the job. Sharp, far-reaching explosive fun makes me squeal.

"Shhhhh!"

But I'm far gone. As his movements become more rapid, so make my synchronous moans until I feel a heavy cloth wrap around my mouth.

"You're going to get us noticed, Candy."

I moaned under the strain of the sheets he used to muffle me. This is getting out of control. Seeking a better position, I take the sheets and wind them properly around my mouth, like a bridle, and give him the other two ends to hold.

He uses them well, riding me where I see nothing but the destination he wants me to go. He moans, grunts, and curses as he thrusts frantically, but they're more controlled than my perverted moans underneath the sheet gag.

In quick spasms, white flashes tear through my vision as a climax rips down my spine and floods my brain. Every nerve in my body strains ever so vividly, and even Dylan floods my insides with his seed. Our uniform grunts of pleasure and satiety subside as the high mental clears, and he holds me close, not even coming out of me.

"This was a mistake," he breathes.

"Again," I insist.

Dylan

Did anyone ever tell me that relationships aren't supposed to be easy? I wasn't told about the degree of difficulty and how alone I'd be handling the difficulties. Ava and I have already discussed how much I don't enjoy mixing work with emotions, and she perfectly understood... or at least it seemed like she did.

I really want to avoid her today, but it's hall patrol. I wouldn't miss it. Besides, I can't get distracted in this physical state. I have an ipad in my hand... how this makes sense is beyond me. As I trudge the alleys, I find Ava...in a guest room...fast asleep.

Huh? This should be Lily's thing, shouldn't it?

I move to her and shake her awake, calling her repeatedly until she's alert enough.

"What is it you think you're doing!?"

She looks at me like I've just committed an offence. "Jane said she wants to restock the supplies. Thought I might catch a nap while she's gone."

"On a guest bed..."

"It's vacant."

"With the door open!"

"I'm staff, not a thief."

"It doesn't matter!" I growl.

Ava keeps her hands akimbo and looks at me with disdain. "What has gotten into your boots this early?"

"This is not a time to be sarcastic, Ava. Be careful." I roll my eyes and begin walking away.

"I guess I'll try to be more careful even when we're alone together then," she says loud and clear.

"Really?" I turn back to her to utter, "You're going to bring that up now?"

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