Chapter 7 A Dream

• ANGELICA'S POV
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• "Mi amore, what are you doing over there? Your office hours have already started. Your job is to serve your boss, and this boss of yours is ready for his first service," Dylan sat on the bed, dressed in nothing but shorts.
• I walked inside the room, dressed in one of his shirts that reached my mid-thighs. The lack of a bra made my n*pples perk at the sight before me.
• I gulped at his sturdy body, which looked straight out of the magazine. My vag*na ached with need and wetness as I looked at him, unsure.
• "This is wrong, sir," I stuttered, my gaze not moving from his chest.
• "Wrong? Do you know what is wrong? It's wrong to look this beautiful and not help others." Dylan sat straight and patted the area on his lap.
• I walked to him slowly, and he immediately pulled me, securing my legs on either side of himself, as my demanding p*ssy rubbed against the tent formed on his shorts.
• "Do you feel it, mi amore? This is what you have been doing to me," He placed his hand on my ass, squeezing it painfully as I became wetter than before.
• He placed his face in the middle of my chest before inhaling deeply.
• "F*ck, mi amore. You are f*cking wet already," Dylan groaned, and I could feel his tent growing bigger and probing my entrance from above my panties.
• Just a little inch. If I slide my panty a little, he will directly have access to my demanding core, and I will finally get to taste what it would feel like to have the d*ck of such a hot man inside me.
• "Can I kiss your chest, mi amore?" Dylan asked me with need, and I was too immersed in the act to deny it.
• I nodded meekly before gasping when he pulled the shirt open, his hot breath fanning my n*pples, making them even harder than before.
• "Gosh, mi amore. You will be the death of me," Dylan moved under me, and the slight friction made me want to dry-hump on him.
• "Allow me," Dylan said before he licked one of my n*pples harshly, his wet tongue making my entire body tingle.
• "Aren't you a bit too wet for us, Li?" He asked, and I found it weird that he was talking in plural form.
• "Come over to me," Dylan said, crawling back onto the bed and placing his lips on my cheeks.
• "I am going to give you the best time of your life today," Dylan lifted my body, making me stand on my four, and slid down under me so that his face was right below my b*obs.
• He gently brought his hands down and slid off my panties.
• "Come a little lower," he said, and I supported my body on my elbows and knees as I placed my b*obs right inside his mouth.
• "Aah!" I moaned, gripping the bed sheet, when he suddenly placed his finger on my entrance.
• “Do you want me to make you feel good, mi amore?” Dylan forced me to look into his eyes, his hot gaze leaving me excited and petrified while I replied with a moan.
• "Yes... Please," I begged.
• I could feel Dylan's smile on my br*ast as he rubbed my cl*toris in circles, making wet lapping sounds.
• "Brother, she is ready. I think we can have our way," Dylan said, and out of the blue, I felt Ericson's cold body behind me.
• "Ericson, what are you -" I looked at Dylan wide-eyed, unable to grasp what was happening. I was about to turn in embarrassment when his hands grabbed my neck from behind, forcing me to look forward only.
• "Sshh, this is how we teach n*ughty girls like you. Now you are our slave, moonshine," Ericson said, and before I could understand what he meant, he pushed his d*ck straight inside my demanding pussy, and my lips trembled.
• "Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!" I threw my head back as Dylan sucked my boobs harder while rubbing my cl*toris in circles.
• "F*ck!" I moaned as Ericson slammed his dick into me.
• "Brother, be harder on our naughty girl. I want her juices to wet me before I take my turn on her," Dylan said, and as if it was all the direction Ericson needed, he grabbed my hair in a fist and slammed himself inside me again and again, making me feel like a hoe, but I shamelessly liked it. In fact, I wanted more.
• This was unethical. It shouldn't have happened. I was their secretary. I shouldn't have been having an affair with my boss; that to be with the two of them.
• "F"ck, what is wrong with me!" I growled, feeling even more aroused with Dylan's tongue swirling around n*pples as he bit on it and rubbed my sensitive cl*toris.
• "Nothing is wrong with you, girl. You are just ours—our woman from now on. Our to love, our to torture, please, pleasure, pain, and more than that, our to love," Dylan said, and my legs started to tremble, ready to release the first orgasm of my life.
• "I.. I.. I... Am about to -"
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• "Hey, Miss Angelica. Miss Angelica?" I heard a voice, and I opened my eyes with a jerk, looking in front of me as the haze of the dream wore out.
• Seeing Dylan's face so close in front of me and my dream about them, my breathing became ragged, and I gulped.
• What the hell was wrong with me? How can I think of something as shameless as - I looked ahead at the screen that showed the movie was almost half done.
• "I... I am sorry," I apologized, and Dylan looked at me, his eyes dark.
• "What were you dreaming about, Miss Li? You look quite flustered," he asked, his gaze intense, and heat crept up my neck.
• What was I dreaming about?
• The hell I was dreaming! If they even saw the gist of what kind of dream I had just now, kicking me out of this apartment and job would be the first thing they would do.
• "I...it was a nightmare," I lied straight through my teeth, and he looked into my eyes for a few seconds before humming.
• "If we knew it was a nightmare, we would have woken you up earlier. We apologize. Let's watch the movie now. It's been so long since we brothers had company. Don't sleep and spoil it," Dylan said, and I nodded meekly before sitting straight. I noticed that more than half of my body was sprawled across Ericson, who had been quiet since earlier.
• "I am sorry," I bit my lips, and he looked away, not saying anything.
• "Would you like to have some popcorn?" Ericson stood from his place and left without waiting for our reply.
• "Sir," I whispered to Dylan, who looked at me after pausing the movie.
• "Do you think I offended sir Ericson? Should I apologize? I mean, I was almost sprawled out on him and probably snoring," I mumbled, ashamed, and Sir Dylan shrugged.
• "Suit yourself," He said, and I stood before walking to the kitchen.
• "Do you need any help?" I mumbled near Boss Ericson, unsure how to apologize for sleeping on him.
• I waited for him to say something, but when he didn't, I bit my lips before starting again.
• "Sir Ericson, do you -" The rest of my sentence got stuck in my throat, and my breath hitched when a gasp left my mouth as he cornered me.
• "What would you like to help me with, Miss Angelica?" His lower abdomen was almost touching mine as I looked up at him, who looked down at me for a brief second before taking out a utensil from the upper cabinet right above me.
• His haughty, dark gaze made me want to keep looking into his eyes and run away simultaneously.
• I shivered under his gaze, my fingers trembling as I fisted them behind me to control my emotions.