Tricked - Kaiya Rose

Kaiya knew he wasn’t listening. Mr. King sat there staring at her ass in that tight skirt, pen already moving across the paper. One flick of her hips and the whole office was hers. She spent the cash first. New heels, silk sheets, a house in her name. When he came back from surgery she had him sign away the last thing he had left—his own roof. He tried to walk out. She stopped him cold, bare foot pressing down on the folder that proved ownership. Knees hit the floor. Tongue followed. She lowered that thick, bare ass right onto his face, smothering every protest until he learned the only job left was serving. Her toes pushed between his lips whenever she wanted a change of pace, then she rode his mouth again, grinding until he understood who ran everything now.