Executive Engagement

“Yeah? Is that what you want?”

She narrows her eyes at me, lips pulling back in a sultry snarl.

“Evan, I don’t ask twice.”

Fuck. Her voice—that breathy, dominant croon that makes my cock stiff as forged steel and my chest go tight. The fucking entitlement—like she thinks she can play me like a baby grand piano just because her slender little fingers know exactly where to push.

She makes my blood boil and my mouth flood with saliva.

I do want to fucking taste her.

But not on her terms.

On mine.

“You little slut,” I snarl back at her. I pull her hips out from under her, placing her where I want. “You still think you’re in control here, don’t you?”

There’s a grin on my lips now, and let me tell you—it’s not a nice one. This little princess followed the trail of crumbs I left for her, thinking that she could have her cake and eat it too.

Now it’s time she learned her place.

“I am in control,” she tells me, moving her hips toward my mouth in a way that would make a lesser man beg for mercy, lose his mind, and thank her for the privilege.

It only makes me fucking laugh.

“Is that what you think?”

I hook my fingers around her panties, tugging them down off her broad, goddess hip

s.

Pink lace La Perlas. And I wasn’t kidding earlier.

They’re practically fucking dripping, they’re so soaked.

“It’s what I know,” she tells me, all haughty and smug as I take her panties in my fist and raise them to my nose. “Think about it, handsome. Which one of us is on our knees sniffing panties, and which one of us is sitting pretty on the throne?”

I feel a growl rise in the back of my throat as I look up at her darkly. The sweet musk of her cunt is in the air, and the source is right here before me, ripe for the taking.

And I’m a man of my word.

I fucking take it.

In one swift motion, I slip two fingers between her hot, slick pussy lips and force them so deep into her cunt. Her sexy fucking mouth gapes open in a gasp.

And those pretty pink La Perlas, soaked and dripping with her cum?

I shove them between her lips so maybe she’ll shut the fuck up for once.

“You’re about to learn a valuable lesson, beautiful.”

My fingers twitch inside the tight, hot pink of her cunt while the pink of her panties pokes out between her lips. “It doesn’t matter if I’m on my knees or you’re tied to my fucking bed—I’m in charge.”

Emilia

He’s got the thickest fucking fingers I’ve ever seen—and felt.

And right now, there are two of them knuckle-deep in my pussy, teasing me toward an orgasm that I don’t even want to give him the satisfaction of bringing me to.