“That’s it, soak my cock, goddess. I want to feel your hot cunt squeezing the cum right out of my balls,” he breathes, pushing me back against the wall as I wrap my legs around him again once more. He grips my throat and squeezes. With his eyes locked on mine, I teeter on the edge of release, my body trembling until at last, I detonate, my mouth wide open on a silent scream.
“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, his own release echoing mine as he fills me completely. With my face buried in his shoulder, I sink my teeth into his flesh once again, drawing another throaty groan from him.
After a few deep breaths, I’m able to speak. “Wow, that was…”
“Fucking incredible,” he finishes my sentence, pulling out gently and lowering me until my feet reach the tiled floor. I wince as my locked-up muscles protest the movement.
“Turn around,” he instructs, grabbing the loofah and body wash. With tender care, he washes and massages every inch of my sore muscles, peppering my clean skin with soft kisses. Each brush of his lips reshapes my view of what the next twelve months might hold.
If that was any indication, I’m going to need to start a regular stretching routine.
Like, as soon as possible.
Chapter twelve
Hailee
Myeyesflyopenthe next morning with my bladder screaming at me for relief. I flip off the sheet, almost getting tangled in it, and rush to the bathroom. Then I take my time washing my face and brushing my teeth, making sure to gargle with mouthwash for that extra fresh sensation. I tie my hair up in a messy bun with the hairband perpetually looped around my wrist and prepare to commence my morning “job.”
Emerging from the bathroom, the sight before me stops me in my tracks. Dameon lies sprawled on his back, fast asleep, his naked form bathed in the soft morning light filtering through the blinds. The white sheet barely covers his package, drawing my gaze like a magnet. I lean against the doorframe and take a moment to admire this perfect male specimen. His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm, and soft snores escape his parted lips. With one arm thrown above his head and his face turned slightly into the pillow, he looks utterly peaceful. His sandy blond hair is tousled, but that doesn’t detract from his perfection; it only adds to it. The defined muscles of his chest and abs call out to be explored, preferably with my tongue. It’s surreal to think that I’ll have the pleasure of being with this man for the next twelve months. I’m one lucky bitch.
I climb onto the bed with caution, moving on my hands and knees, careful not to jolt him awake. Pulling down the sheet, I find him semi-hard, even in his sleep. I position myself between his legs, carefully pick up his cock and plant a kiss on the tip. It pulses in response. With my minty-fresh tongue, I give the head a teasing lick, and I’m rewarded with a spurt of precum and a moan. Taking him fully into my mouth until he reaches the back of my throat, I hum, the vibrations causing him to harden further.
“Fuuuck, that feels good,” he moans, his voice husky from sleep. I slide off his dick with a pop.
“Good morning,” I say with a smirk.
“Mmm, it sure is, goddess.” He smiles sleepily, stretching out. With an arm behind his head, he closes his eyes and fists my bun with the other hand, guiding me back onto his cock. Hint taken—no more talking. Seems someone isn’t a morning person. I can make him one, though. I almost snicker at the thought. I suck him down hard and don’t relent, using my hands, tongue, and lips to give him one hell of a blow job—one he won’t soon forget. I don’t stop until I’m rewarded with his release, swallowing it down.
Dameon blinks his eyes until they’re wide open. “That wasthebest way to wake up. What on earth did you put on my dick? It was ice cold yet burning at the same time,” he marvels.
“Mouthwash.”
“Mouthwash?” he repeats slowly, as though trying to wrap his head around the concept.
“Yeah, did you like it?”
“Fuck yeah.” Our eyes lock, and the air thickens with tension. “Thank you,” he adds quietly, his eyes softening.
“Just doing my duty.” I shrug, trying to lighten the mood and break the intimate moment. I’m joking, but also, I’m kind of not. It’s a reminder that this is just a job, nothing more. For both of us.
His eyes narrow playfully. “Come here.” He quickly grabs my arm, flipping us over and pinning me beneath him. A surprised squeal escapes my lips as he lands on top, and I burst into laughter when he starts tickling my ribs.
“Just doing your duty? I bet your cunt is dripping for me, kitten. You get off from having my dick in your hot little mouth, don’t you?”
When I can no longer breathe through the laughter, I concede, “Fine, yes, you win. I love having your cock in my mouth, sir.”
His hand cups my core, squeezing, and I gasp at the sensation of his warm palm against my slick folds.
“It’s a shame I don’t have time to take care of my pussy right now. You’ll just have to wait until tonight. Only if you’re a good girl today.”
I feign shock, mouthing,Good, me?and pointing at myself.
He runs a hand through his messy hair. “Don’t act cute with me, you’re not fooling anyone with that innocent act. Come on, get up. I’ll introduce you to the staff before I head to the office.” He slips into a pair of boxers and pulls me to my feet. “Let’s go,” he says, smacking me on the ass as he leads me down the staircase.
Two women are bustling about the kitchen, and suddenly, I feel acutely aware of my nakedness. One of them, an elderly woman rummaging through the fridge, is dressed in crisp chef whites. She bears a striking resemblance to Martha; she could almost pass for her sister. Given Dameon’s penchant for keeping it in the family, it wouldn’t surprise me if they were related.
The other woman, considerably younger, is dressed in snug black slacks and a fitted white shirt that’s molded to her curves. It’s so tight it’s practically painted on. She’s strikingly beautiful, with flowing black hair and wide doe-like eyes, and she’s rigorously polishing the stone benchtop, making her large breasts bounce. Self-conscious, I almost reach to cover myself, when Dameon clears his throat. Both women turn around, and I push my shoulders back, making sure to look each of them square in the eye. I refuse to feel ashamed.
