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“Yes, you’re an option. I want you the same as I want Ford and Ashton.”

“Show me how you want me.” He takes out his cock, leaving his slacks hanging low off his hips.

“Here?”

“I’m the fucking CEO.” He presses a button and I hear his office door lock. “If I want my assistant to blow me, and she’s willing, no one is going to stop me.”

My sex throbs, staring at his beautiful, hard cock.

After a weekend filled with two other thick and long male swords, I didn’t think seeing another one could affect me.

But Emery’s... It takes my breath away.

I satisfied Ford and Ash all weekend, leaving Emery with nothing. He wanted me. He came to see me. And no one told me.

“Tell me what to do,” I say, stepping toward Emery. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Crawl for it, my prize. On your hands and knees. Suck me off, and I’ll give you what I wanted to give you last night.”

My legs go wobbly. I shudder as I lower to the carpet.

Here I am, crawling for cock.

When I reach Emery, his hands immediately thread through my hair. He pulls harder than I would like, but I get he’s working through some pent-up sexual frustration.

He wanted me all weekend and my other two boyfriends apparently cock-blocked him.

I’ll deal withthatwhen I get home.

Right now, I owe Emery my mouth on his dick, to give him what we wanted Friday nightandlast night. He’s been wonderfully patient.

He was the highest bidder. He wanted me first. Kept outbidding Ash until he won me.

So far, I’ve slept with his two best friends and not him.

“Yes, use my mouth, Emery,” I say, bringing my face toward the pillowy head, the slit already weeping for my lips.

“Christ, you know me so well. You know what Ineed.” He cradles my head. “Grab it. Squeeze the base. It’s too big to fit all the way in your mouth.”

“I’ll be the judge of that,” I scoff.

I grab it, and Christ, it’s hot and thick and stiff. He smells of soap and cologne.

“Swipe the tip with that tongue. Lap up my pre-cum, sweetheart.”

My tongue flicks at the bulging head. The taste is salty with carnal sweetness.

“Yeah, just like that,” Emery groans.

I’ll do whatever he wants.

He can come on my face, give me a pearl necklace, fuck up my hair if that reestablishes him as my owner this month.

I open wider and let him slide all the way into my mouth.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s good. Holy shit.” He turns wild, fucking my mouth. “Give Daddy what he needs.”

Daddy...

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