Paul admits he knows her secret

She resisted his hand as he tried to guide her back to his cock. "No, seriously," she said. "Did you just plan all of this to get some head?" You would think that with her hand holding his balls he would start to worry, but Paul didn't seem to mind. He grabbed her hair up in a fist and she felt a little twitch of excitement. If she let herself think of that she knew it'd be over.

"Do you really care?" he asked. His breath sounded short. Maybe she had gotten closer to finishing the job than she'd thought.

She was torn. As much fun as it was to be messing around out here, she remembered that he basically blackmailed her into it. "Yeah, I actually fucking do," she said.

He rolled his eyes and pulled her a little closer by her hair. Her eyelids fluttered. The hair was a sensitive spot for her. "You do the same stuff for the boss all the time," he said, nudging her mouth so that it sat at the top of his hard and waiting dick.

Her eyes snapped open. "What?" she said, and she felt his cockhead push past her lips and down her throat. Then she decided it was a problem for another time, because she had a perfectly good cock hitting the back of her mouth, and she wasn't about to waste it.