Page 57 of Team Player
“Tut-tut. That wasn’t very polite now, was it?”
Fuck.
“Please. Let me come and I’ll do whatever you want me to.”
“Whatever, huh?” I know I’m in trouble when I see that smirk.
He has me exactly where he wants me.
As his cock plunges back inside me, hammering my insides as lurid noises fill the air, my moans, his grunts, the wet sound of his cock plowing in and out of me.
I suck in air, my body finally exploding around him. I tighten so much it’s no surprise he grunts his release and fills me right after.
Sweaty, and feeling so light I could fly, I barely hear him.
“So, I take it you won’t kick up a fuss about the fact that I’ve moved you in here, will you?”
I blink.
“What?”
That’s when I notice the changes in the room, despite my lack of glasses.
My computer is next to his. Two boxes sit in front of an open wardrobe filled with my clothes.
It’s official. Hector Cross is bloody insane.
But then again, so am I, because all I say is, “A deal is a deal.”
The End
