I knew my pheromones got him the second he was smoking so fast, to distract himself. I didn’t think of the consequences and did what my brain ordered me to do.

I stood up and walked up to him and climbed on top of him and sat on his cock.

“Fuck.” He cursed. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You are the one I want. I’ve seen the way you look at me, and I know exactly what you want. Don’t tell me this bull crap about me being young and all. You don’t have to love me. As long as we satisfy our sexual urges. Isn’t that the most...