The Boss Made Me Moan (17)
His grip tightened in my hair.
I gagged slightly as his cóck twitched at the back of my throat and he groaned. He came hard, spilling down my throat. His hips jerked and his breath was ragged above me.
I swallowed every drop like I always did. My lips stayed wrapped around him until the last twitch faded, until I felt the heat of him throb against my tongue like a warning.
I pulled back, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. My throat burned and my knees ached.
But Dwayne’s eyes were still dark. It was obvious that he was still hungry and he wasn’t satisfied.
He grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet, with a rough grip.
“Bend over,” he growled, spinning me toward the desk.
I didn’t even get the chance to answer.
Before I could catch my breath, he s
