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My dick was harder than a steel rod. I got up, grabbed a condom, and returned to the room.
“Flip over, Athena. I want that delicious ass bouncing on my cock.”
She jerked back slightly, then expelled a grin. Pepper got on all fours like a good girl, tilting her head to the side, and purred.
“Athena?”
I stood at the foot of the bed, admiring the curves of her body. Then, tearing open the foil packet, I wrapped myself.
“You’re a Greek goddess with that ass.”
With her golden ass in view, I kneeled behind her, and she shuffled back, wriggling against my cock.
“The go-to goddess is Aphrodite.”
“I’m not everyone,” I said, plowing into Pepper’s wet and warm folds. Her tightness had my balls aching for more.
“Ahh fuck, Connor, that’s for damn sure,” she breathed out in a raspy voice.
“Why are you still talking?” I wrapped my hands around her tiny waist, slamming into her again.
“Because I can,” she challenged, reaching behind and grabbing my balls and holding them in her hands.”
Well, fuck me.
I sunk in and out of her harder and faster. Her ass jiggling against me with each impact, round and pert, it was wider than my hips and irre-fucking-sistible. She squeezed my balls tight.
“Fuck, this ass, Pepper, it’s edible,” I said, slapping it.
She groaned out. Lifting her head and arching her back, she absorbed every punishing thrust I gave her. When she dropped her hand, I knew she was close. A blush climbed her back, and I reached for her tits, squeezing them while fucking her harder.
“Connor, fuck,” she said as her cunt quivered.
I lost all track of time, pressure, and obligation as I came, shooting my load in a pent-up release.
* * *
This week, like the one before, had been a motherfucker.
Not only had I ignored Lourde’s countless phone calls and texts trying to make amends for fucking my best friend behind my back, but Alfred and I had come to blows again in the office, this time rather publicly.
Running a billionaire-dollar company might be in my blood, but it didn’t mean I had to like it.
Alfred had held things against me. He couldn’t seem to get past the mistakes I had made earlier on. For example, I accidentally woke up naked on a public street, drunk out of my mind. Or the time I emailed the Board of Directors instead of my mates with words to the effect of “these old fuckers need to go.”
Granted, I’d fucked up in my twenties probably more than the next twenty-something heir. But what else do you do with a fuck-ton of money and raging hormones? Their response was expected but, in my opinion, not warranted.
And in my late twenties, Alfred had fired me. It was his way of teaching me a very public lesson.
Humiliation and subservience.
Growing up, Alfred neither had the time of day for me or paid any attention to me, running me like a drill sergeant at a military camp. So now, years later, when he is at the precipice of stepping down, the pressure the last year has built up was like a noose around my neck, tightening like a coil with every day that drew closer. And make no mistake, it was days away.
I rolled over—forgetting about the impending headfuck—and was met with a carpet of black curls splayed out on the pillow as Pepper drew in soft breaths.
It had been a week since Pepper and I had fucked, and after the week from Hell, I’d invited her around last night. Being the weekend, I hadn’t cared that she’d stayed over last night. She was a welcome distraction from the work that was never-ending.
This close, I took in her features. She was so unusual looking—petite nose on a wide face, with large features. Lips so thick and soft, you just wanted to sink your teeth into them. Black unruly eyebrows framed her eyes, and the blanket of long eyelashes brushed her rose-colored cheeks.
