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I spun in my chair and unbuttoned my pants, then pulled my hard cock out. She sank to her knees between my legs and got to work without being told.

I leaned back in my chair as I fisted her hair and pushed her head down until she gagged.

“That’s it whore. Choke on that dick.”

Fuck.

It was good to be me.

Chapter Eighteen

Vivian

I woke to the smell of coffee wafting into my room. That meant he was up and in the kitchen. I quickly made myself presentable and headed downstairs.

He stood at the stove in pajama pants slung low on his hips, and nothing else.

Damn, he was hot.

With a spatula in one hand, and a coffee mug in the other, his expression was unreadable as he flipped something in the skillet.

He didn’t look up when I entered. In fact, he didn’t acknowledge me at all.

Fine. I could play my part.

I crossed the kitchen, climbed onto the island, and spread my legs wide, resting back on my hands so my used pussy was on display for him. I didn’t say anything either, just waited.

His pause was subtle, a slight hitch in the movement of his arm, but I noticed it.

Still, he didn’t look at me.

His voice was low when he finally said, “You’re learning.” He slid the pan’s contents onto a plate. “Good girl.”

My toes curled at the praise.

God, I was broken.

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Jeff

I took one look at her pink, glistening pussy on display and decided that breakfast could wait.

Setting the plate on the counter by the stove, I shoved my pants down just enough to free my cock, lined up, and slammedinside her in one brutal thrust. She gasped and arched her back while I used her body like it was mine—because it was. For two weeks and six days more, every hole of hers belonged to me, and I intended to get my money’s worth.

I didn’t pace myself.

I wanted her sloppy with my cum leaking out of her during breakfast.

Thrust after thrust, I pounded into her. My fingers gripped her hips as I fucked her hard. Her bouncing tits added to my visual stimulation.

I didn’t let her come, but I did with a long groan as I buried my face in her neck and seated myself deep inside her cunt.

After my breathing evened out, I stepped away and tucked myself back in my pants like she was just a toy I’d finished using and set aside.

“Don’t wipe,” I ordered as I went back to the stove. I wanted her sloppy and dripping during breakfast. “Sit down at the table.”

She slid off the island and winced as she sat, my cum already dripping onto the chair.

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