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Her breath cascaded over my chest, her bare breast touching my side as I stare down at my limp dick aware he’d been in paradise. I inhaled a deep breath this moment can’t end.
Layla kneeled beside me a smile lit up across her face weakening me, she was so beautiful and now I sensed I was falling into the one trap my papa told me not to.
Don’t ever fall in love! I tell you son; it’s causes problems, and the enemy will target her to get to you.
Those words never bothered me, I accepted his rules easily, until now. Now I feel like I am about to break every damn word.
Layla scrunched up her nose, giving a happy cheeky grin. She looked down at my dick and giggled.
“Are you planning something?” I asked as she melted my heart.
She curled her lip… she moved down my body and lifted her legs over my right leg. She positioned herself between my thighs. Her eyes were on the prize, she cupped her hands around my member. I want to watch her every move, she stared with cheek at me as she placed the head of my dick to her mouth. She poked out her tongue and licked the slit. Her eyes never left mine, aware of what she was doing to me, teasing, and driving me wild. She wrapped her mouth around my girth, and took him deep, sucking him hard. My balls tingled; my cock throbbed as she lapped, slurped, and juiced up the secretion from earlier.
My dick grew in excitement. Her mouth took it all hitting the back of her throat and choking.
This girl was going to be the death of me.
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Sat on the edge of my bed ruffling my fingers through my hair, regretting last night. I should never have allowed her to go to her room but come to mine and keep me warm. Layla had been constantly in my thoughts imagining her giving me oral and making me spray my seed like a watering can. I had her ride me into the night, giving me the stability that I craved.
Only when she was about to leave the room, she turned back to me, sorrowfully and asked a question, a question that played heavy on my heart and mind.
“Am I now your whore?”
Before I could answer she left. I was dumb-folded, not having a clue where she even thought that idea came from. I never treated her like one and never had the intent of doing so.
A knock came at the door. I sighed.
“Come in,” I yelled, I’m not in the mood for anyone, unless it’s Layla.
The door opened and Carlos stood with the door half open.
“Sorry boss, Denise wants to see you,” he said in a trembly voice afraid to pass the message on.
I lifted my head and narrowed my eyes.
“What is it this time? Let me guess, someone didn’t polish the fucking carpet?” I get up and made my way to the bathroom; I was sick of this pathetic tit-for-tat shit. I had a piece of scum and a girl to find let alone, suffering from weird feelings for Layla.
Showered and dressed I made my way to my office to find Denise waiting for me like Sargent Major.
I entered to move to my desk and sat behind it, to see today’s post already sitting and waiting for me to go through. I loaded my laptop and sat back in my chair as Carlo stands the other side of the room.
“Layla. That girl is taking the serious piss out of you. Her work ethic is dismal, her timekeeping is awful, she vanishes, only does half-jobs, I have never known anyone like her. I cannot work with her; she is defiant and rude at all levels. I am certain she’d winding me up,” she moans.
“I see.” I placed my finger to my lip, staring hard at her. “What would you like me to do?”
“Basta cosi, get her out of here. She isn’t needed,” she says stern.
“Know that would hardly be fair, she has nowhere to go,” I said, hitching my brow.
“Send her to your club, I am sure she could strip well with the way she turned up this morning Mr Conti.”
“Carlo, could you go and get Miss Vixon for me,” I ordered as I know I needed to act, and not only that, but it would also give me an excuse to admire her, if not take her over my desk.
“Sure boss.”
Off Carlos went.
