I wanted him to f**k my guts out.
He stared at me deeply, waiting for my next instructions.
“That’s enough for now,” I said, betraying my own body and waved my hand toward the door, “you can go.”
Alan stood there completely naked, chest still heaving, c**k rock hard and glistening.
He raked his fingers through his hair, looking like he wanted to argue, but he just nodded once and grabbed his boxers off the floor.
He pulled them on slow, eyes never leaving mine, then walked out without another word.
The second the door clicked shut I burst out laughing.
I fell back on the bed, hands over my mouth, giggling so hard my stomach hurt.
The big bad billionaire, the man who used to control every room, had just stripped and jerked off for me like my own personal toy.
I raked my finger
