Page 202 of Back in the Saddle

“Bossy,” he purred.

“Eric, don’t try distracting me by being sexy,” I snapped. Then I amended, “Or more sexy than your resting sexy.”

I heard another chuckle before he let out a big sigh and said, “A guess? Free labor.”

“You mean they’re?—?”

“Putting them to work sorting massive shipments into saleable-size merchandise? Yeah.”

“Oh my God,” I breathed, my mind flipping through the variety of ways you could force someone to work, who was so disenfranchised from society they lived in a tent without running water, available food, electricity, etc. And those were the ones who used shelter. Others might have a blanket and a prayer.

All of the ways my mind could conjure up were such that it wouldn’t entertain them before expelling them, violently.

“It makes fucked-up sense if you’re in that kind of fucked-up business,” Eric noted. “They don’t have to worry about quality control because they don’t give a shit about it. They can use fear and pain as motivators. Though, they probably have to feed them, otherwise, they’re free labor, so the profit-margin doesn’t take a hit.”

“We have to deal with these fuckin’ guys,” I clipped.

“We have to deal with these fuckin’ guys,” he agreed.

I glanced at my clock and groaned. “But first, I have to get ready for work.”

“Come to my place tonight. Pack a bag. I’m cooking.”

“You’re on.”

“Later, honey.”

“’Bye, baby.”

We hung up. I gave myself a moment to think about how sugary-sweet our goodbyes were and how I felt about that.

I quickly decided I not only had no problem with it, I loved it.

Then me and my toothbrush hit the bathroom (after, of course, we hit the bottle of bleach) so I could get ready for work.

TWENTY-TWO

SEX HAIR

Eric was fucking me missionary style, and I was totally down with it, seeing as I was close, he had a finger to my clit that was working magic, so I was about to get hit with what I knew from recent experience would be a rocket of an orgasm.

And then he pulled out.

I did not complain, because I was learning what would happen next, I just couldn’t be sure how it would happen. Though, I could be sure I’d like it.

This time, Eric chose rolling me to my belly, hiking me up by my hips, then pounding in.

One could say I’d also learned that getting tossed around and positioned by a strong man who knew what he wanted and had some serious power in his hips wasthe best.

I reared back into his mighty thrusts, pressing my forehead to his bed and reaching for my clit.

I mean,seriously.

That big dick did some of the work, but mostly, my man couldfuck.

“Don’t touch yourself,” Eric grunted. “Feel like fucking your pretty wet pussy for a while.”

My vaginal walls clenched at the addition of his sexy talk.

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