“What was your name, sir?” she asks, giving it one gentle, testing stroke.
I almost forget my own name as she lifts herhand partway up, then slides down to the root again. “Vincent Roth.”
“Well,Vincent,” she says in an alluring tone, “I can’t wait to taste you.”
She leans down, and I don’t even try to stop her as she drags her tongue across the head of my cock. My hips surge against her, my body out of my own physical control. This is everything I’ve ever dreamed about all those long nights alone.
Well, not everything.
“Mm,” Velvet hums, her lips vibrating against me. Fuck, that’s good. “Yes, delicious.” She strokes up with her hand and sinks me even deeper into her mouth, enveloping the whole head. I feel like I’m going crazy. I must be delirious, and this is my hallucination.
But I keep still, keep from showing any of this on my face, how deeply she affects me. How much I simply want to grab her head and push it down, or throw her onto the table and wrap her legs around my hips as I drive into her.
Because once I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
CHAPTER
THREE
ROSETTE
Iwasn’t lying. Mr. Roth does taste incredible. It’s the earthiness of it, the way I can tell he isn’t human just by his scent, his flavor. How there’s a masculinity in it unlike anything I’ve come across, and let me tell you, I have sucked a lot of dick in Octavio’s.
Mr. Roth—no, Vincent—doesn’t give any indication of whether he’s enjoying it, his face remaining impassive, those yellow eyes watching me. I decide to focus solely on pleasuring him, as is my job.
Of course I’m enjoying it, too. At long last, Igot to find out what was underneath those slacks. And good lord, is it incredible, fat and swollen andthrobbing. It wants, this green thing. It hungers. I can sense it all the way to my toes that this would feel amazing inside me. Incredible.
Maybe I can convince him to go to one of the private rooms with me if I show him a good enough time. I’m going to get revenge on this orc for spending the last two years just staring.
I take him deeper into my mouth, pulling down his foreskin so I can swirl my tongue around that broad, monstrous cockhead. And still, Vincent hasn’t moved. It doesn’t even seem like his breathing has sped up.
That’s all right. Sometimes it takes time to work a man to his finish. I go slow, simply enjoying, using both hands now to wrap around the base of him while I lick the tip like a lollipop. Then I sink him back in again, wrapping my lips around that wide girth, swallowing more and then applying suction as I pull him back out.
His right hand twitches.
Good. There we are. I go shallow again before trying for more, sucking him farther in, using my tongue to tantalize him. I’m stroking slightly faster with my hands, matching thespeed of my mouth as I relax my throat. Then I slide him in as deep as I can take.
Vincent grunts, a quiet but carnal noise. Returning to the head, I tease it some more before I swallow him up again. And again. His hand drifts over to my head, and his fingers lightly land on my hair as I bury him into my throat, taking as much of his cock as space will allow. I lick along the underside as I go, and he’s leaking even more. His hips jerk up, and I think he might be close.
Then, Vincent surges under me. His cock thickens in my mouth, and he grabs my hair in his hand. I squeeze the base of him as he comes, a low groan falling from his lips as he ejects. There’s so much of it, and I swallow as fast as I can, but it’s still spilling down my chin. It tastes incredible, and I never thought I’d say that about a man’s—or an orc’s—cum. But damn, I can’t get enough.
When I let go, he’s still surprisingly hard. I peer up to find Vincent’s pupils are enormous, and he licks his lips like he just saw a delectable steak go past.
“Get on the table,” he says in a low, dangerous voice.
Curious what he has planned, I do as he tellsme, getting off his lap and hiking myself up onto the edge of the table. It’s secured to the floor, so I know it won’t fall over on me, but it still unsettles me.
“Do you want to—” I begin, about to ask if he wants to go to one of the back rooms and lock the door instead of doing this on a table, when Vincent pulls back up his underwear, hiding his cock from me once more. Then he zips up his slacks, buttons them, and reattaches his belt.
“Oh,” I say, disappointed.
“Never mind that.” Vincent nods at me from his chair. “Spread your legs.”
I don’t ask questions. When the client tells you to do something like that, you do it. I make sure his drink is far enough away that I won’t knock it over, then open my legs for him. I’m not wearing any underwear again, and I know he can easily see all of me.
“Good,” Vincent says, reaching up to stroke one of his massive tusks. “Pull up your skirt.”
Once again, I do as he says until I’m bare from the waist down. Vincent releases his tusk and scoots his chair closer. He hooks his hands under my ass and drags me forward on the table,spilling the drink but paying it no mind whatsoever. Then he leans down until his head is between my thighs.
