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been inside my mouth. Turning, I reluctantly faced Brandon. He
still had the frozen expression on his face, like he was in a
terrified daze. Hot shame poured through me, but I tried to fight
back the guilt. Brandon knew as well as I did that what I’d just
done hadn’t been my choice. In fact, if he hadn’t insisted on
continuing to lie to his dad, things would have unfolded completely
differently.
    “Where do you think you’re going?” Mr.
North’s low voice sent a sharp shiver down my spine.
    “Um, home,” I said, still looking at Brandon
instead of him. Remembering his demand for respect, I hastily
added, “Sir.”
    “Aren’t you forgetting something, Emily?”
    Realizing he must be referring to my panties,
I turned around to retrieve them. But when I looked down, I
immediately forgot about the panties. My full attention was drawn
to Mr. North’s lap, where his thick cock was just as hard and long
as it had been earlier. His erection hadn’t subsided at all, even
though he’d just poured ounce after ounce of cum down my
throat.
    I slowly backed away, shaking my head. “Mr.
North, you can’t-”
     
    He stood, towering over me as he fixed me
with a bone-chilling glare. “What did I say about telling me what I
can and can’t do, Emily?”
    “I-I’m sorry, sir,” I stammered, watching as
he began undoing the buttons that ran along the center of his
long-sleeved shirt. “It’s not my place to tell you what to do. I’m
sorry.”
    Mr. North pulled off his shirt, now standing
before me completely naked. My eyes couldn’t keep from traveling
over his body, sweeping over his muscular arms, toned stomach, and
strong thighs. He looked like the definition of raw masculinity and
sheer power.
    He stepped to me, pulling me to him. I
pressed my palms against his hard chest, trembling under the
embrace of his strong arms. But it wasn’t a sweet hug. Not in the
least. His hard cock pressed against me, separated from my bare
skin only by thin cotton fabric.
    Mr. North palmed my ass in his large hands,
first through my dress and then slipping underneath and journeying
upward. When his fingers found the clasp of my bra, he unhooked it
and slipped the straps from the armholes of my dress, taking it
off. He reached beneath my dress again, his hands cupping the firm
flesh of my ass cheeks.
    One hand moved closer to my center, making me
hold my breath in nervous anticipation as he teased my entrance
with two fingertips. “You’re even wetter than you were before,
Emily.”
    Despite the circumstances, a wave of
instinctive female appreciation for his touch ran through me, heat
swirling in my center as my pussy tingled. He was the physical
embodiment of what it meant to be a man, and I couldn’t do anything
to stop my body’s powerful response to that.
    I expected him to slip his fingers inside me
like he had before, roughly stroking my walls. But instead, his
hands gripped my ass and lifted me from the floor. I wrapped my
legs around his waist as he carried me across the room, depositing
me on Brandon’s bed.
    Brandon .
    I turned my head to the side to look at my
boyfriend, wondering if he’d have the last-minute courage to stand
up to his dad and willingly face the consequences, but Mr. North
climbed over me in bed, stealing my attention. Yanking the top of
my dress down, he exposed my breasts. He stared at them with a
predatory look on his face before leaning down to capture one of my
stiff pink nipples in his hot, hungry mouth.
    “Mr. North!” I called his name, arching my
back as his teeth closed around my sensitive nipple in a sharp
bite.
    He grabbed my breasts, squeezing the supple
flesh as he moved from one to the other, alternating between
sucking greedily and biting. There seemed to be a direct line from
my nipples to my pussy. Each flick of his skilled tongue sent hot
pleasure racing down to my core.
    Mr. North dropped a hand down, making his way
between my parted thighs. His fingers found my opening and