“Your exemplary mouth.”
It’s one of the reasons I contacted her versus the numerous other options. She aims to please, and her carnal depravity matches my own.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” She smiles seductively, displaying straight white teeth. “I’ve learned new tricks.”
“Have you?”
“Oh yeah. My fellatio skills are unparalleled.”
“That’s a hell of a boast.”
“I’d be happy to show you.” She licks her bottom lip.
I push the chair back. “Then what the fuck are you waiting for?”
She sashays to me, adding extra swagger in her steps. Her dark areolas and bald pussy are visible through her sheer red skintight dress. My dick doesn’t rouse. What the fucking hell?
Lilith descends to her knees and slowly undoes my pants. “I miss sucking your big cock, Daddy.”
Goddamn it, my dick doesn’t stir.
“No worries, baby, I’ll get you nice and stiff.”
She twirls her velvet tongue around my bulbous head, but nothing. Shit, this has never happened to me before.
“You okay, baby?” Her face scrunches, forming a wrinkle between her eyebrows.
It’s Pepper. I can’t drive her from my fucking system.
“I have to go.”
“Excuse me?” she screeches in indignation.
“It’s not you.” I stuff my flaccid dick into my pants and stand.
“Are you serious?”
“Thanks for dinner,” I say, walking towards the door.
My cock is trained to only get hard for Pepper. Shit just got real.
Mia barges into my bedroom, places her hands on her hips, and taps her foot impatiently. “Shake a leg, Pepper.”
As usual, she looks stunning. The cream-colored fishnet bralette displays her breasts, and the miniature orange leather shorts expose her butt cheeks. Seriously, those things could be mistaken for underwear. Four-inch Jimmy Choo pumps she spent months saving to buy grace her feet.
“Almost done.” I face the mirror and continue massaging curling custard cream into my hair.
“Hurry,” she demands. “Drew goes on in an hour.”
Mia’s nervous. She’s trying to play it cool but is failing miserably. She’s fangirl crushing hard on Drew.
“Ten minutes.”
“You have five.” She flips her bob and struts out of the room.
“Ms. Bossy Diva,” I mumble.
“I heard that.”
