“Fuck.” I run my hand through my hair, perplexed. Is this for real? It’s like I’m in another dimension where being an ass is apparently the way to go. Is that where I went wrong with Cici? I was too… nice? I drop my head and shake it, removing all thoughts of her, especially at a time like this. Looking back up at the woman who’s here, I know what I need to do.
“This way.” I grab her hand and pull, not gently but in agitation. Because I am… agitated. I got played. But fuck it, I’m still a male who thinks with my dick, and right now, it wants those pouty lips to make everything better.
I lead her to a back office and lock the door behind us, undoing my pants the minute we’re alone. When she doesn’t make a move, I get frustrated. “Did you forget our deal?” I ask pointedly as I quickly text Braden that I won before pocketing my phone.
When I look up, she’s standing before me with her arms crossed and lips pursed.
“You change your mind?” I ask in annoyance.
“You didn’t agree to my terms.”
“I thought it was obvious, given our current situation. You, down there.” I point to the floor. “Mouth here.” I push my pants downenough to pull my cock out and stroke it. “Then I take you to dinner,nota date. Depending on your performance, maybe I’ll throw in cocktails. For now, I’ve got something you can drink right here.” I smirk.
Her mouth drops open.
“That’s a good start, but down here, babe. It’s not gonna suck itself.” I jut my hips out, grab my dick, and shake it. Crude seems to be working, so I might as well keep it up. This is definitely entertaining. “Come on, I don’t have all night.”
She huffs but lowers to the ground. I’ve been doing this all wrong, apparently.
My hand lands on her head and pushes it back slightly. “Open up. Show me what you’ve got.”
Her lips part, and I guide myself in while holding her head. Fuuuck. I don’t care who you are—nothing like sticking your dick into a warm, wet mouth no matter who it belongs to. My head lifts to the heavens, eyes closed, savoring the feel.
I release my hold, and she pulls back, gasping for air, but returns after catching her breath and starts licking the tip. I decide to let her do her thing for a minute.
Her tongue continues to explore. “Attagirl. Get me all slicked up.”
Once she’s thoroughly licked me up and down, she saturates her lips and slides slowly down my length, sucking me as she retracts, extracting a deep groan out of me. “Again,” I tell her, ready for more.
She doesn’t disappoint. Her rhythm gradually increases, and her tongue…. Fuck, it never stops. This might be one of the most talented mouths I’ve had the privilege of sticking my cock into. I wonder if she can take me down her throat. I’m on the lengthy side, and only one woman has been able to take all of it, but I quickly shut that thought down.
I need to focus onthismouth and whatitcan do since it’s the only one here right now.
“Can you handle more of me?” She takes me deeper in response.
“Let me help you with that.” I grab her hair and thrust forward, reaching the back, then retracting to do it again, going further each time, seeing how much she can take.
“Yeah, you’ve got this. Fuck.” Once it’s proved she’s capable, I unleash myself and let go, fucking her mouth with vigor. Her tongue continues to dance around my cock, and when she reaches up to grab my balls, I come unhinged. My release is the only thing on my mind as my thrusts turn frantic and I chant in pleasure.
“Oh fuck… you ready for it? I’m gonna come down this fucking throat, and you’re gonna swallow every… last… drop.” I give one final push and unload. “Fuck. Oh Fuck. Yeah, that’s it. Take it all. Fuck, fuck, fuuuck.” I push harder and feel her throat squeeze my dick as she devours everything I give her. Holding still, I shout until the last pulse drains me.
I stagger back, panting, practically doubled over from pleasure. That is not what I expected. “Fucking hell, woman.”
“I guess that means dinnerandcocktails.”
12
ALONE
Cici
“You’ll warn me before you start trying to make me an auntie, right?” I ask Lily over the speaker while I fix my dinner. Apparently, Sebastian’s getting antsy about popping out some babies.
“You’ll be the first call I make. I’m still not sure it’s good timing, though. I want to start trying, but I want to be a stay-at-home mom, and my job is going so well.”
“Loving your job is great, but Lily, you don’t have to work. Sebastian has more money than God. You could always have kids and pick up your career when they’re older. It’s better to be young parents, I think. Then you’re more active and done early enough to enjoy the rest of your life.” Wow, listen to me—the voice of reason. Weird, considering I’m not even a kid person.
“Yeah. That makes sense. I wonder if I should get my IUD out and surprise him for Valentine’s Day next week.”
