I force my legs to keep from buckling, and grab hold of his shoulder for balance while he licks me again from slit to clit.It’s official.The flat of his tongue has no reason to feel as good as it does.Pressing his finger against my center, he pushes into me while paying special attention to my clit with his mouth.I try to catch my breath, but the stimulation is too good.Too overwhelming.I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning as ripple after ripple of pleasure pulses through me.How does he do it?How does he make me feel sexy and alive in a way I’ve never felt before?Over and over, he flicks the nub before giving it a long lap like it’s an ice cream cone.My eyes roll back, and my jaw drops.“Oh, my gosh.”Moving lower, he sticks the tip into my slit, and I swear I might black out from pleasure.
“You taste so good, June,” he murmurs against me.“So fucking good.”Lifting his head, he starts back on my clit, flicking his tongue against me as he adds a second finger to my pussy.Then, with his free hand, he pushes down on my stomach while crooking his finger that’s still inside of me.With a gasp, I try to push him away, the feeling so overwhelming, my muscles tremble in delight.“Do you know how many guys would click on this room?This camera?This view?”He kisses my pussy again, frenching it like a seasoned pro.Then again, I guess he is.I shove the thought aside, refusing to go down that path when I’m so close to falling over the edge.“You’re so damn soaked,” he grunts.“And I’m about to blow my load in my fucking pants,” he adds, though I’m not sure if the words are for me.Not this time.Nope.He’s too busy eating me out to lift his head and form a coherent sentence.Then again, if he tried, I might kill him.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, squeezing my eyes shut and losing myself in his touch.
“They’d have to pry me away.”He sucks on my lips, his fingers finding the perfect rhythm as I grab hold of his head to keep him in place.
“Open your eyes,” he says between flicking my clit with his tongue.“Watch how fucking sexy she is with him.”
I pry my lids open and look in the mirrors.Angle after angle, I watch a sexy man with his head buried between a woman’s thighs.Her legs quivering.Her fingers twisting in his hair.The way his fingers dip in and out of her.He’s right.It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.Over and over, he lathes my clit, lapping and sucking and nibbling.It’s sexy, and intimate, and holy shit, I’m going to come.“Ah,” I moan.My chin drops to my chest as I watch his mop of sandy brown hair move with every dip of his tongue.Every brush of his fingers.Heart racing, palms sweating, legs shaking, core pulsing.I’m so close.So.Freaking?—
The world falls out from under me, and my muscles spasm, my hands clenching until I’m pretty sure I’m smothering the guy against my pussy.But I don’t care.I don’t freaking care.All I want is for this feeling to never fade away.The staggered breathing.The way my skin feels hot and tight.The pressure spreading from my core out to my quaking limbs.“Ah!”I scream.My eyes squeeze shut again as I soak it up before he lifts his head and climbs up my body.When his mouth finds mine, I taste myself on his tongue, which, under any other circumstance, has no right to be as sexy as it is, but considering the fact that I’m still floating, it only makes me want Ford more.
“More,” I beg.“I want more.”
His hand disappears between us and he pulls out his cock seconds later.“Lie down,” he orders.
And down, I go.Anxious.Desperate.
The heat of his sheathed cock nudges against my entrance, and I spread my legs wider.Waiting.Anticipating.The sweet stretch I know is imminent.At least one of us is thinking clearly enough to remember protection.Hooking his hand beneath my thigh, he hoists it higher up, then pushes inside of me.My jaw drops, though I’m not sure if it’s from pleasure or pain.It’s too much, but not enough.“That’s my girl.Look how good you take me.”
I open my eyes again, watching the different angles and the way my body welcomes him inside of me.Okay, yeah.Apparently, I’m into porn, even if it’s of my own making.Because this?The way his cock disappears inside of me with every thrust?It’s hot as hell.My fingers find his lower back as I hold on for dear life.Taking every push.Every grunt.Every muttered curse.I’ve never felt sexier or more seen.It’s addictive.This feeling.Or maybe it’s Ford.Probably a combination, and even though we’re playing out a fantasy, it’s one I wouldn’t want to experience with anyone else.Over and over again, Ford pushes into me as his hand disappears, and his fingers find my overly sensitive clit.
“Come on, June Bug,” he whispers.He keeps his touch gentle enough not to make me uncomfortable.“Let me feel this pussy squeeze me so good.”
I meet him thrust for thrust, my hips bucking against him as we’re both pushed higher and higher.And then it happens.The sweet bliss I always thought was just out of reach hits again.Just like moments ago.Just like the first time I gave myself to Ford.
“So.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Good.”He stays buried inside me this time, his cock jerking deep and leaving no part of me untouched as he comes hard.Resting his forehead against my shoulder, he catches his breath while I do the same.And when he pulls out a few minutes later, I’m almost sad.I feel empty.After discarding the condom, Ford lifts his head and kisses the tip of my nose.“Incredible.”
“What is?”
“You.”
44
FORD
Roman
We need to talk.Meet at The Pelican.
Islip my phone back into my pocket and head toward the elevator.Four hours into updating the new quarter’s data and running it in the already-created model, I found two errors.Both of which save the insurance companies Mercer works with a shit-ton of money.And both of which I’m not sure are actual errors but intentional equations created by a senior member.After thirty minutes of searching, I found the culprit.And the senior member in question?You guessed it.Daddy Dearest created the model.Without permission, I fixed the errors and submitted the new numbers directly to the board.It’s sure to piss off my sperm donor, but I doubt he’ll say anything.Why would he?It would only make him look bad.Besides, I don’t work for him.I’m interning for the company my mother built.It’s a fact I’ve had to remind myself of at least a dozen times this evening, and a hundred times before now because this sure as hell isn’t the first mistake I’ve found since interning here.Regardless, I’m wiped.Mercer Consulting is mostly empty.Thankfully, my dad’s office is one of them.I move past his door with my head held high, no matter how much I want to cower.As I push the elevator button, an intern, Bobby appears.
“Oh, hey, Ford.”
“Hey, Bobby.”
“See the game?”he asks.
“Which one?”
He laughs.“I know, right?I actually wanted to put down five hundred on the Bees.”
I pull out my cell again, checking the numbers.“What odds are you wanting?The spread’s at three to one right now.Tomorrow, it’ll be even more.”
“I’ll take fifty on them losing and two fifty on them winning by ten or more.”
“Betting both sides?”I tisk.“Come on, Bobby.You know better than to bet against yourself.”
