He’s sporting a devilish grin that speaks volume.
He points to his cock.
Bastard.
I keep sucking him off, lost in a sea of hedonistic pleasure.
Phoenix grips the hair at the top of my head, pulling me far back enough for his cock to drop from my lips.
I shoot him a questioning look.
“I need more,” he says in a whisper.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and nod. “Me too.”
He lifts me up and drops me on his lap.
I straddle him.
I don’t know what possesses me, but I lean forward and give his neck a small playful bite.
He groans low in his throat.
I do it again.
He pinches my ass.
I pull away from him and pout.
He reaches between us, lining his cock up against my entrance.
Oh, I see.
I lower myself onto his long, thick cock.
I’m so wet, he’s inside me in one powerful thrust.
My head lolls back as my body welcomes the invasion.
“Hell, yeah,” Phoenix says.
“I’m glad you agree,” a woman says. “I knew you’d be satisfied.”
Phoenix hums. “Extremely satisfied.”
This is so debauched.
We’re fucking to an unsuspecting audience.
“Phoenix, can we talk about?—”
He reaches for his laptop and closes it, putting an end to this interminable conference call.
Thank you, God.
“Ride me hard, kitten,” he says.
I obey.
