Obedient Landlord - Richelle Ryan

Richelle was four months late and standing like she owned the building. “I don’t pay rent. I get losers like you to pay it for me.” One look at that massive ass and the words hit harder than any threat. Jack dropped the ledger he was holding, already tasting her in his head. He’d crawl if she snapped her fingers. Right now he wanted his tongue buried between those cheeks more than he wanted his commission check. He hit the floor without another word, face ready, pride already gone. Ass on his mouth, soles on his tongue, her full weight pinning him—everything else vanished. She used his face and he kept coming back for more.