TOM
Kat’s gaze is wild—glassy—as she obeys, her feet resting on the edge of the counter as she stares at me.
Submissive.
Exposed.
Mine.
A primal need to own her, body and soul, pumps through my veins as my gaze rakes over her full breasts, toned belly, and her pussy, glistening and on full display for me. Her cheeks are flushed and her chest heaves as I press her legs to the sides, opening her wider for me as I lower my head and lick up her slit.
She moans and I do it again, her body appearing desperate for more.
And I’m happy to give it to her—happy to take away the pain and terror of today.
Circling her clit, I lick my way down before fucking her with my tongue, her back bowing off the counter as her fingers scrape against the surface.
“Oh my God, Tom, I?—”
She cries out as I complete the sequence again.
And again, my fingers replacing my tongue so I can focus on sucking her clit, pinching it between my teeth and relentlessly flicking it until she’s screaming my name.
Loud.
It’s glorious.
This sweetheart of a woman bucking her hips against my face, begging for more, is delicious and willing andmine.
It’s a hell of a way to go.
Because how do you come back from breaking every personal and professional rule with a client?
You don’t.
And I couldn’t give a fuck about any of it right now, not with her juices coating my chin.
“I need to be inside you,” I manage, the plea a low rasp as I kiss my way up her flushed body.
“You really think you can make me come again?” I’m not sure it’s a taunt so much as it is a challenge and one I’m more than willing to accept.
“I know for a fact that I can,Kitten,” I murmur, helping her sit up and then slide to the edge of the counter, my shirt already falling over her sexy, tanned shoulder.
“I don’t know that it’s been done before.”
“Then I’ll be happy to take that title.”
“You don’t need a condom,” she tells me, wrapping her legs around my waist as her arms do the same around my neck. “I have an IUD. Got tested after the last guy I was with.”
“All tests were negative at my last physical. And I had a vasectomy about ten years ago.” I don’t know why I told her the last part. It’s not something I share unless things are heading in a more serious direction.
I can’t remember the last time I was even in a situation where it felt necessary to mention it.
But I don’t want to lie to Kat, regardless of how she could react.
Instead of being turned off, her eyes light up—definitely something we’ll be talking about later.“Well, then I guess we’re covered,” she purrs, rocking her bare pussy against the bulge in my jeans.
My answering growl is all I can manage as I take her lips in a bruising kiss, letting her taste herself as I plunder her mouth, eliciting a moan from her that goes right to my dick. Her nails dig into my shoulders, the bite only making me harder until I can’t take it.I need more.
