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Can we talk for a moment about CEO!Dream?
He would be one of those types of ceo who choose every day a different watch to wear ams that goes with his tie and everything. He would be the kind of boss who everyone loves because he's young, pretty, funny, a gentleman and he has the money and the power.
And oh...the power he has over you. The moment you went into his office that day to do your interview, he knew he was doomed. He couldn't help but stare at your pink lips as they moved, couldn't help but notice they way you ran your fingers through your hair when you became too nervous or instead of smiling he sent you a small smirk.
He would love to tease you any chances he get, you guys are in a meeting? He's making you sit next to him so he can easily place his hand on your thigh, drawing invisible circles on your hinner tigh.
And he also couldn't help it when he slammed your back against the wall of his office, both hands under your ass to hold you up against his Armani suit, his lips never leaving yours in a constant hurricane of lust and desire.
He would groan and tug your hair when he saw you on your knees in front of him, big C/E staring back to his green eyes as you slowly took his dick down your throat.
He would smirk every time a sound got out of your throat when he repeatedly slammed his fingers into your hole, finding pleasure by just watching your face as you tried to be quiet like he asked you to be.
And he would love to slam you on his desk, his hips hitting the skin of your ass as he fucked you from behind, a hand wrapped around your hair as he grunted and moaned, throwing his head back as you moaned and whimpered for him please Sir, harder.
And then it was all about you, if he wasn't fucking you, he was thinking about how pretty you'd look like with a new diamond necklace wrapped around your throat, imaging it hitting repeatedly your chest as he made you ride him on his chair, the view of the other building clear as they with the big windows around his office.
And if it wasn't the necklace, it were the rings on your fingers that were wrapped around his dick as you gave him a blow job.
He'd be the type to buy a hand-made collar, from some shop he payed even more to keep their mouth shut about, with small F/C stones that shined under the lights and that fit perfectly around your throat. Almost as perfect as his hands.