Page 77 of Mr. Unexpected


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Trying my very best not to make any loud noises, I look up and scrunch my face, squeezing my eyes tight as my body starts rocking against his face while my orgasm rips through me, contracting, squeezing his fingers tight.

His eyes snap to me, and his tongue flattens to lick me from bottom to top one last time.

Fuck me.

I lay still for a second more to catch my breath, all while he answers more of the client’s questions. Then I push off the desk and drop to my knees. He might have taken over momentarily, but I’m going to finish what I came over here to do.

When recognition hits, he helps me, unbuckling his belt when I can’t do it quickly enough. I unzip his pants, pulling them down for access.

“Yes, I can make Bermuda work. We’re flexible and here to please you.”

I can’t hold back my giggle, and then he palms his face when he realizes what he just said.

“Shut up and suck my dick,” he whispers, causing me to laugh out loud again. “Stop it.” He grins, trying to hold back his own laughter.

He grabs the back of my head, then pushes his brief-covered groin in my face. “Suck.” His voice darker now than before.

The swollen tip of his cock, that’s leaking pre-come sticks out the top of his briefs, and it’s a quick reminder of how big this man is.

I pull his briefs down and suck in a breath, swallowing the lump in my throat.

You can do this, Juliette.

He reaches down and begins to stroke himself right in front of my face. I cast my eyes up, knowing the innocent look I’m giving him is turning him on more than ever.

The head of his cock hits my mouth a few times until he presses into my parted lips, demanding me to open wide.

Salty liquid hits my lips, and I push his hand away, suddenly desperate to show him I can please him as much as he does me.

I’ve never wanted anyone in my mouth more than Harrison, so like him, I’m going in for the kill. Opening wide, I hold him at the base, take him in as deep as I can go, and gag.

“Yes, I’m still here.” He coughs, covering the crack in his voice. “Okay, yes. Send us the dates, and we’ll meet you there,” he spits out and slams the phone down onto his desk.

“Holy Mother of God, Juliette,” he roars loudly in the room, only egging me on.

My eyes close, and I concentrate on doing this right and remind myself this is for him, and I can’t come right now, even if pleasing him on my knees is the biggest turn-on in history.

I drag my lips up, sucking, with my tongue flattening on the underside, then lick around the head and cup his balls before taking him all the way in my mouth again.

He hisses sharply, then grabs my hair, pulling it away from my face in a punishing grip. “Such a good girl, look at you taking my cock down.” I choke when his hips press forward, hitting the back of my throat. “Fuck yeah, baby, take it all.”

My hand drops from his dick, and I steady myself on his thick quads as his pace picks up.

I’m sucking hard, and on instinct, he begins to ride my face. Not even seconds later, I can feel the swell of his cock. “Oh, Julessss,” he cries.

“Come in my mouth,” I surprise myself by saying around him. It’s like those words put him over the edge, and he comes in a rush right down my throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Without any hesitation, I drink him all down, then look up and lock eyes with him as I lick up every drop dripping from my lips.

His chest is heavy as he picks me up off the ground and kisses me hard against the mouth. We stay like this until I feel his erection grow again against my stomach.

“Get on the couch, on your back. I want to look you in the eyes when I fuck you this time.”

Harrison’s getting re-dressed, and I burst out laughing. “Oh jeez.” I chuckle.

“What?” He looks around, then down at himself, and unties and rips off his tie. “This is all your fault.”

I can’t control myself. I almost fall off the couch, dying of laughter. “Imagine I didn’t notice, and you went to work with come all over your tie.”