I’m doing to him. Closing my eyes, I let myself go, imagining Sharp stroking his hard cock. With a man this demanding and sexy, I’m sure he’s well endowed. His confidence screams perfection.
“Oh God,” I moan, playing with my clit faster and faster.
“Come. Now.” And I do. I let myself go and fall back in the chair.
“Don’t ever argue with me again.”
COMING HOME AFTER DINNER with Mom and Grayson, I look through my messages and see a few from Camila.
Camila: I hope you’re having a nice night. Mine’s pretty low key. Went out with Natalie and Taylor for some drinks, nothing special.
Camila: I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of clingy person. I’m bored that’s all.
Camila: I’m home now...Alone
I smile from her last text message. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t have her think I want her, even if I do. I have strict rules. Relationships are out the window, and I don’t repeat my sexual partners. Women, to me, serve one purpose. They are to suck my cock, ride me and let me fuck them from behind. I like seeing a woman’s ass in the air. Missionary style is for idiots. When I take her from behind, I control everything. I control her body, and I control what she sees. Taking a woman from behind means she doesn’t look at me.
Me: I see that you missed me or is that your pussy talking?
I normally don’t carry on conversations with women, but Camila is different. Her sass-and-fire attitude attracts me. So with that, I decide to surprise her with something I haven’t done since I was a teenager.
Me: Picture attachment sent
Setting my phone aside, I get up and head to the room Grayson’s sleeping in. Walking in the room, I stand over his crib, lightly touching his face. I’m a good father, I keep telling myself. Watching him sleep for a few minutes brings me reason. Grayson’s my reason. He’s the strength I need so I don’t lose focus. He’s the reason why I work hard and can be what he needs.
“Soon, Grayson. Daddy will make everything better. Soon,” I kiss my index and middle finger then place it on his forehead.
Slowly walking out of the room I head back to my office and pick up my phone.
Camila: OMG, A DICK PIC? YOU SENT ME A PIC OF YOUR DICK? HOLY SHIT!
Me: Now you have the picture of my anaconda to look at and get yourself off. Your pussy is going to fucking love it. Your mouth wants it. I know you do. I know what your body needs, Camila.
Camila: What are you doing to me?
Me: Doing what you want. Doing what you need.
Camila: Do you have a filter? Do you understand boundaries?
I smile, reading her response. There’s nothing stopping me from getting what I want. I’m not used to women rejecting me. I get what I want, when I want it, without argument.
Me: How long have we been talking for?
Camila: Like six weeks.
Me: So you know I hate boundaries and being told what to do. Why do you think I own a business? I’m the fucking boss. I get what I fucking want. If you don’t like how I am, don’t text or talk to me. We can go back to being professional. You’ll go back to a mere employee. Maybe I’ll remember your name. Maybe I’ll remember your position.
Sitting back in my chair I stroke my chin waiting for her response. She’ll respond.
Camila: I’m not used to this.
Me: You will be. I like you, Camila. You’re different from other women. You’re compliant, but you can put me in my place. I like the fire inside you.
Shocked with my revelation to her, I realize she’s a challenge. And I enjoy challenges. Maybe she’ll be the one to have me break all the rules. I grin, thinking about the little incident in the office. I own a security company so I have cameras everywhere. She’s fucking beautiful, and I want her. My dick wants her. My mouth wants to devour her, and taste her sweet juices.
Besides that, she wants me to feel like who I am. She’s not doing this to fuck me and brag about it like most women do. She’s not in this to get anything
“Oh God,” I moan, playing with my clit faster and faster.
“Come. Now.” And I do. I let myself go and fall back in the chair.
“Don’t ever argue with me again.”
COMING HOME AFTER DINNER with Mom and Grayson, I look through my messages and see a few from Camila.
Camila: I hope you’re having a nice night. Mine’s pretty low key. Went out with Natalie and Taylor for some drinks, nothing special.
Camila: I hope you don’t think I’m some sort of clingy person. I’m bored that’s all.
Camila: I’m home now...Alone
I smile from her last text message. I shouldn’t do this. I shouldn’t have her think I want her, even if I do. I have strict rules. Relationships are out the window, and I don’t repeat my sexual partners. Women, to me, serve one purpose. They are to suck my cock, ride me and let me fuck them from behind. I like seeing a woman’s ass in the air. Missionary style is for idiots. When I take her from behind, I control everything. I control her body, and I control what she sees. Taking a woman from behind means she doesn’t look at me.
Me: I see that you missed me or is that your pussy talking?
I normally don’t carry on conversations with women, but Camila is different. Her sass-and-fire attitude attracts me. So with that, I decide to surprise her with something I haven’t done since I was a teenager.
Me: Picture attachment sent
Setting my phone aside, I get up and head to the room Grayson’s sleeping in. Walking in the room, I stand over his crib, lightly touching his face. I’m a good father, I keep telling myself. Watching him sleep for a few minutes brings me reason. Grayson’s my reason. He’s the strength I need so I don’t lose focus. He’s the reason why I work hard and can be what he needs.
“Soon, Grayson. Daddy will make everything better. Soon,” I kiss my index and middle finger then place it on his forehead.
Slowly walking out of the room I head back to my office and pick up my phone.
Camila: OMG, A DICK PIC? YOU SENT ME A PIC OF YOUR DICK? HOLY SHIT!
Me: Now you have the picture of my anaconda to look at and get yourself off. Your pussy is going to fucking love it. Your mouth wants it. I know you do. I know what your body needs, Camila.
Camila: What are you doing to me?
Me: Doing what you want. Doing what you need.
Camila: Do you have a filter? Do you understand boundaries?
I smile, reading her response. There’s nothing stopping me from getting what I want. I’m not used to women rejecting me. I get what I want, when I want it, without argument.
Me: How long have we been talking for?
Camila: Like six weeks.
Me: So you know I hate boundaries and being told what to do. Why do you think I own a business? I’m the fucking boss. I get what I fucking want. If you don’t like how I am, don’t text or talk to me. We can go back to being professional. You’ll go back to a mere employee. Maybe I’ll remember your name. Maybe I’ll remember your position.
Sitting back in my chair I stroke my chin waiting for her response. She’ll respond.
Camila: I’m not used to this.
Me: You will be. I like you, Camila. You’re different from other women. You’re compliant, but you can put me in my place. I like the fire inside you.
Shocked with my revelation to her, I realize she’s a challenge. And I enjoy challenges. Maybe she’ll be the one to have me break all the rules. I grin, thinking about the little incident in the office. I own a security company so I have cameras everywhere. She’s fucking beautiful, and I want her. My dick wants her. My mouth wants to devour her, and taste her sweet juices.
Besides that, she wants me to feel like who I am. She’s not doing this to fuck me and brag about it like most women do. She’s not in this to get anything
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