Page 8 of Broken Headboards

And, before you get all bent out of shape thinking I’m some cocky manwhore, my confidence more than deserved. I turned Oakmont into what it is now. It was a small family company from the hills of North Carolina. It’s been in my family for five generations, me being the fifth in line. After everything went to shit and the market moved overseas to fucking China, we were in a dire situation. That’s where my genius comes into play. We have grossed more than a billion dollars a year for the last few years, all thanks to my ability to mass market our furniture.

So, really, it’s not just the ladies that like what Oakmont furniture has to offer, everyone does. That’s what makes me as profitable and successful as I am today. But I only like what the ladies have to offer, let me make that clear.

“Faster,” I instruct her, feeling my balls tighten.

Like the good temp she is, she does as she’s told. She steadies my dick in her hand and bobs up and down, swallowing my length.

“Fuck, yes…touch yourself,” I look down at her, her lips growing chapped from their suction around my dick. “Move those panties over and touch yourself.”

Her eyes, darkened with lust, peek up at me and her mouth grows into a mischievous smile.

“Yes, sir,” she mumbles, and I watch as her hands move over her satin red panties, rubbing her clit on par with the rhythm she’s set with her mouth.

She’s damn good. Kudos to her technique. I mean, I’ve had better, like I’ve had hotter, but this will definitely do.

Her muscles start to quiver and she quickens her pace, sucking harder on my shaft.

A muffled moan spills from her lips, vibrating my cock, and my muscles strain.

“Finish me,” I groan.

BUZZ. BUZZ.

Are you fucking kidding me?

I twist around, watching my phone jump on my wooden desk.

What the fuck?

Who the fuck could this be? Don’t they know I’m busy?

I grab my phone, not able to control my patience. I’m about a second away from blowing a load in this women’s mouth and now this…

It really fucking never ends. But I live for this shit—women and business.

She stops mid-stroke. “Excuse me?” she asks, indignant. “Something more interesting on there?”

“No, no. Keeping going,” I tell her, even though I’m staring at my phone.

“What do I need to do to keep you interested?” She purrs and licks up and down the side of my dick. “Want to fuck me?”

See I just got a text message from my boy Taylor.Hey man, there’s a Condo Board meeting at the Clarendon Tower soon. Possible business opportunity. Come. Now.

Oh shit. Business at the Clarendon Tower? How did I not know about this?

This could be fucking huge. To be able to get my furniture in Clarendon Tower and to work with one of the most exclusive clients in New York would be a huge opportunity. A once-in-a-lifetime deal.

I have to go.

“Ahh!” Her mouth swallows my dick before I can dismiss her.

“You’re not ignoring me,” she sneers as her teeth graze the head of my cock.

“Fuck, baby. Calm down. I want you to finish, I—”

She slams her mouth down to the base of my shaft, thumbing my balls. It’s aggressive and a bit rough, but I never said I don’t like it rough.

“I’m going to cum,” I growl, and she stops sucking me, making a popping sound as her mouth lets me go.