He moved my head, up and down, deeper each time, pausing only to let me adjust to his size.
He buried himself all the way down my throat.
“That’s it. You’re so perfect,” he growled.
I kept my half-lidded gaze on him as he pulled out only to slide back in, hitting the back of my throat. I remained still, letting him fuck my mouth, my throat. If he demanded to fuck my other holes, I worried I would eagerly agree.
Thankfully, he didn’t.
His groans vibrated between us as he hit the back of my throat again. My eyes watered, but I refused to blink and miss a moment of this. His movements turned jerky, his fingers tightening, and then he finished in my mouth.
I sat back on my heels and swallowed every drop, my whole body igniting under his attention as I licked my lips. His breaths came out ragged and heavy as he rested his head against the headrest of the executive chair, his eyes glazed over.
“Now what?” I asked, my throat raw and my voice hoarse. He pulled his briefs over his softening erection and buttoned his pants, then suddenly lifted me up by my waist. “What are you doing?”
“Your turn,” he rasped. “I promised you two orgasms. Lie back and open those legs.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I breathed, already spreading my knees.
“I thought you said?—”
“I’ve re-evaluated and decided it was a stupid thing to say.”
He grasped my throat and brought our faces together, pressing his mouth to mine. Our tongues slid against each other, then he deepened the kiss, drawing a whimper from my throat.
When he pulled away, his dark eyes were locked on me. “If youstill feel that way tonight, you’ll sleep in my bed. But for now, I promised you two orgasms, and then I’m taking you to the beach.”
Now, who was I to protest an offer like that?
Maybe if I played my cards right, sex on the beach would be in my future.
“No comment? Are you backpedaling already?” he asked, his hand dipping under my dress, caressing the skin on my inner thigh.
“No way,” I breathed. “Just focused on your promise.”
Without warning, he reached for the back of my neck and drew me in, his tongue tracing a teasing line over the sensitive skin above my collarbone. The pressure lingered—firm and deliberate—as his fingers curled into my hair, holding me there like he had no intention of ever letting go before kissing me senseless.
He pulled away abruptly, leaving me breathless as his lips moved to my neck and let out a rough sound.
“You’re soaked.”
His hand on my thigh slid higher and he stroked his fingers over my clit. I made a desperate noise in the back of my throat, the slickness of my arousal as loud as my panting breaths.
He slid two fingers inside me as he nipped my throat. “You’re a greedy woman, aren’t you?”
Slipping his fingers out of me, he spread my arousal around, each brush against my clit sending shivers down my spine.
Then he grasped the backs of my thighs, jerked them up to his shoulders, and pressed his face between my legs.
“Yes.” I groaned, my head falling back. I closed my eyes as pleasure tore through me, an inferno blazing through my bloodstream.
I shuddered as he licked and sucked, nipped and kissed. I writhed under his expert mouth, desperate for that second orgasm.
My fingers tightened in his hair while I ground myself against his face, his beard’s stubble scraping against my flesh. Heat coiled in my core, stretching like a rubber band ready to snap.
My shuddering breaths filled the space between us, and when his mouth closed around my clit and sucked, light shot behind my eyes and pleasure burst through me.
All I could do was hold on to his hair and ride the waves while his tongue never stopped licking and sucking.
