The way I write these is, I ask myself: What am I in the mood to read? And that’s how I get them:
I moved on to the vacuuming because he got pissed if there was even a crumb on his rugs. First downstairs, carefully weaving around the expensive objects, then up on the second floor. A lot of the rooms here were locked, but it was still a lot of area to cover. Especially when I tried one of the usual locked rooms and it turned in my hand.
I stood in the doorway, wondering if it was an accident or if he wanted me to clean it. Then I realized the screen flickering was not a television but a monitor that was showing an image of the kitchen. He had cameras.
“You know you’re not supposed to be in here,” Devore said, coming up behind me.
“It was unlocked…” Then I shook my head. That wasn’t the issue right now. “You’ve been spying on me?”
“I told you I’d be keeping an eye on you. Of course I have surveillance. I didn’t want the girl who wrecked my priceless vase to get away with breaking something else and lying about it.”
That was probably prudent, but it still pissed me off.
“You should’ve told me you were watching me all the time.”
“Do you honestly think you’re that interesting?”
My cheeks went hot, and I couldn’t tell if it was anger or embarrassment coloring them.
“I should quit right now.”
“Go ahead, as long as you have my half a million dollars. In fact, get out of here right now. I’m sick of your bratty behavior.”
“How dare you!”
Then… I didn’t know what happened, we were all over each other like someone had flipped a switch. His hands roughly shoved up my skirt and ripped off my panties so he could stroke my already moist slit. He tore up that fancy outfit he made me wear as he yanked it down to expose my breasts. My nipples were hard, and they probably had been since he came into the room.
His hand rested on my shoulder and pushed me down, and although I wasn’t usually too keen on blowjobs, I was eager to get at his cock. I unzipped his fly and reached in to take out a long, thick beast of a thing. Hot and throbbing, I was eager to get started.
I rolled my tongue over the tip and then gave it a long, slow lick. I gripped the shaft and rubbed it up and down while I popped it in my mouth, and delicious pre-cum spurted onto my tongue. He kept trying to hold in his enjoyment, but I knew what I was doing. I grabbed his balls and squeezed while I let him slid in over my tongue. He grunted and gripped the back of my head, urging me deeper.
It gets even more hot and sexy. You’ll love it. See you next week, as usual!