The Boss Made Me Moan (16)
The call ended, but I didn’t move.
I just sat there, bare-chested. My lips tingled and my phone was warm in my palm.
Their voices echoed in my head. Their praise. Their commands. The way they begged to see more.
And Dwayne’s threat: You’re going to fúcking pay for this.
I dropped my phone beside the laptop, leaned back in the chair, and slipped one hand down between my thighs. I was soaked and utterly wrecked. And I needed release.
I pressed two fingers against myself, sliding slowly through my folds. My other hand lifted to my bréast, squeezing as I rocked in tiny, desperate motions.
“Fúck,” I whispered, biting my lip hard.
It took seconds. My body clenched tight, mouth open in a silent moan as the orgasm rushed through me. It was hot and dizzying. I sho
