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I post the delicate ankle snap to my Instagram account and caption the photo, Match point-love.

Then I head to the kitchen to make myself some fucking espresso and a milkshake for Taye to help her recover from last night. But first, I place the signed contract in an envelope and set up an immediate courier pickup. I want to get the deal sealed and make it official as soon as possible so that Natayla won’t be able to make any sudden moves without my approval.

Mom’s left me a note that she’s out for the day, which I crumple and toss while I get to work on Taye’s milkshake. She’ll need something to help her recover from last night—the booze, the shame, the soreness between her legs and in her jaw.

I may have to get used to sporting a perpetual boner as my cock swells in my sweats remembering her vulnerable mouth.

I add cream, vanilla, an egg, and a bit of organic protein powder to her special concoction while I sip my coffee, smiling the whole time. Winning feels good. In addition to the perpetually hard dick, I feel ten feet tall, like a man who has everything he wants. Finally.

The sound of the blender must rouse the sleeping beauty because a few minutes after I pour, she stumbles into the kitchen in my t-shirt and boxers, her cheeks flushed pink with sleep.

“Hey, babe.” I turn and pull her into a hug. I can tell by her reaction that it’s not what she was expecting. I grab her tight little ass and give it a squeeze. “I made you a special shake. We need to get your weight up, get some nutrients inside you.”

She smiles self-consciously and takes a seat at the island.

Pulling open a drawer, I rummage for a straw and stick one into her thick white shake. When I push it in front of her, she smiles sheepishly like a pleased child. Her titties are pert and I can see the strain of her nipples through the cloth. My erection grows again. I wonder how many times I can possibly get off.

She lowers her bruised mouth to the straw and takes a gentle sip. When she raises her head, I can see the trail of milky white between her lips and it makes me think of her cunt. My dick surges again, rock hard in my sweats.

Her eyebrow raises ever so slightly and she lowers her pretty face to take another little suck. I grab my cock through my sweats, watching her lips purse as the suction begins and she takes another drink of my special creation.

Her eyes raise to mine in alarm, then narrow just as quickly. “You fucking fuck!” she hollers.

I love a good hate fuck. I duck as the milkshake glass and its contents come flying toward my head. The glass shatters all over the subzero and milkshake splatters everywhere. Then Taye charges around the island and comes at me as if to strangle me. I let her wrap her little hands around my neck, but I also heft her up against me so that her pussy can feel the demands of my steely erection fighting to free itself from the confines of my clothes.

“You’re a fucking psycho!” she screams.

I silence her with a ruthless kiss, tongue fucking her mouth so she can’t say anymore.

Guess she likes to work for my jizz by sucking and fucking but doesn’t want it in her ice cream.

“You love drinking my cum,” I say into our kiss. I wrench a hand inside her boxers and lightly slap her wet pussy. “You liked it. I can tell. Should I make you lick it off the floor or you want to suck it from the source, you little cum slut?”

She groans at my dirty talk and rides my erection through my pants, clinging to me like an animal while rubbing up and down desperately. “Please let me come,” she begs into our kiss.

“Not sure if you read the entire contract you signed, Sam. But I’m the one making the executive decisions now. You’ll come when I say you can. But first, I need you to be good and take your medicine. Drink my load down your little throat so you can get all the good vitamins you need.”

I lower her from my body right there in the hallway. She tears down my pants like a crazed woman, no hesitance falling to her knees at my command before she’s on my cock like it’s her final meal on death row, eating and sucking, bobbing her head like a fucking porn pro. It’s mere minutes before I bust a nut again, this time on her tongue and across her nose and forehead.

“Eat it all, good girl. Rub some of it on your pussy,” I tell her.


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