He moaned in turn, his dick shoved deep in my throat, filling me with the mound of seed.
Despite the discomfort and the lack of air, I maintained my position and didn’t botch a moment that most other women couldn’t tolerate. I took it all and waited for him to finish, waited for the high to slowly fade from his eyes as he looked down at me.
Only then did I pull away and lick my lips.
His eyes hardened noticeably.
I gripped his thighs and rose to my feet, purposely pushing my tits in his face along the way. “You have a really nice dick.” I walked out with my head held high, leaving before he had the opportunity to ask me to go, knowing I’d earned my place in this house for at least a week.
If not more.
6
LUCA
Carvel pushed his chips into the center then returned the cigar to his mouth.
I stared at my cards, my mind far away from this game.
“Luca,” one of the guys said.
I had a decent hand, but I didn’t give a shit about it. I turned the cards over and left my chair.
“You fold?” Carvel asked incredulously.
We were at one of the headquarters, a shop that had been acquired and gutted. There were multiple around the city, tucked into different arrondissements. If someone wanted to hit us, it’d be hard to know where we were. And the tariff proceeds were never stored in the same place. I went to the wet bar where all the booze was and poured another glass. When I turned around and leaned against the counter, I saw that Carvel had flipped over my cards to see my hand.
He sank back in the chair and gave me a cold stare.
I downed the scotch and left the used glass on the counter before I lit up a cigar.
He continued to play until he won the pot. “Pay up, boys.”
The men handed over their cash then dispersed.
Carvel walked up to me as he counted the bills. Then he took off a chunk and set it on the counter next to me. “That’s yours.”
“You won the hand.”
“I saw your cards, Luca.”
I left it there and crossed my arms over my chest while the cigar sat between my lips, the smoke rising to the ceiling.
“What was that about?”
“Got other shit on my mind.”
“President Martin still not happy?”
It wasn’t him. “Drop it.”
Carvel turned to the bar and made himself a drink.
I stared through the smoke in the room at nothing in particular, distracted not by work, but by a petite brunette with the tits of a goddess and the mouth of the devil. It was just a blow job, but fuck, it was like a taste of heaven. Even when I paid for sex, it wasn’t that good. I had women on their knees because they wanted to be, but even if the enthusiasm was there, the skill wasn’t.
So I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Two days had passed, and the haze still hadn’t worn off. I was a man with a high libido, but it had revved to a new level after that.I could get sex anywhere, anytime, but now there was only one place I wanted to get it.
