“Come over here.”
I followed. His pants were barely undone so just his cock, wet from my pussy, was visible. “On your knees and suck,” he said.
I blinked, but my body seemed to be in his command, not mine. I felt small and uncertain at his feet, having only ever blown Trey—and I could see now that this was entirely different. I tested him by licking just the crown, and he groaned up at the ceiling. One of his hands curled around the arm of his chair. His other hand threaded in my hair and pulled. I closed my lips over him and took him to the back of my throat, but I still couldn’t reach the base. My hand wrapped around him, my tongue making its way up and down his shaft.
The phone buzzed somewhere in the background.
“Mr. Brittany?” June said through the speakerphone.
My head snapped up when he answered, “Yes?”
I gasped, and he shushed me silently.
“I have a Mr. James on the line for you.”
My eyes widened so fast, I thought they’d pop out of their sockets.
Dean smiled slowly, his eyes amused. “Alexandra’s dad? Put him through.”
“Dean—!”
He grabbed his cock and pushed it against my lips. I opened my mouth instinctively, and his other hand urged my head down.
“Gary,” Dean said coolly. “To what do I owe the—pleasure?”
“Hey, Dean. Just calling to thank you for helping us out with Alexandra this week. I know you’ve been giving it to her tough, but I think it’s been good for her.”
Dean’s hand in my hair controlled my head, gently but firmly. My mouth glided over his hardness, and I could already feel myself getting wet again.
“I must say I’m impressed with your daughter,” Dean said. “She’s much more driven than I realized. Hardworking too. Not one job I gave her went unfinished.”
I glanced up at him from under my lashes, and he winked. I moved my hand up and down faster with the same rhythm that my head bobbed.
“F—I have to go, Gary. I’ll—”
“Sure, sure. I know you’re busy. Did Alex take a late lunch or something? Why didn’t she answer your phone?”
“Yes. She’s eating. Got her mouth full at the moment, actually.”
I heard the phone beep as he hung up the call, and I pulled my head up, gasping. “Dean! What—”
“Keep going, Alexandra, please,” he said with a hint of pleading. I’d never seen any man look that way, least of all him. I would’ve done anything for that powerless look on Dean, who never let his control slip. I took his cock again, sucking hard and pumping my fist at the same time. Before long, he came, gripping my hair so I couldn’t pull away.
“Christ,” he said, his chest heaving, and his shoulders slumping against the chair.
I coughed, wiping him from my lips.
“Sorry,” he said with a smile that bordered on smirking. “Guess I should’ve warned you first.”
“You came in my mouth!”
He laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re a spitter.”
I frowned, sitting back on my calves.
Dean shook his head. “That wasn’t your first blowjob was it?”
“No,” I snapped. “I told you already. I just never let him—you know—in my mouth. Even though he begged.”
