She will come first. Over and over, until I serve my team…my family. Then, oh, my little firecracker, then I will give you my all.
My dick weeps, painfully distended as her body lifts and settles. I move my hand to her exposed throat and squeeze.
“Give it all to me. All that sweetness. Lose control for me, baby. When you’re with me, I take care of everything.”
Her orgasm redoubles with another convulsion as I buck against her heat, her feet wrapping around my ass, tugging me tighter, tighter, as her climax snuffs out the last of her control.
She’s shaking and lust-blind as I brush my lips on hers, sweeping my tongue into the seam of her mouth before easing my hard-on back as her legs fall limp onto the bed.
I’m in deep.
But I’ve kept my no-nut vow intact. How I’ll last another session, let alone until the season is over, will take a fucking miracle.
“You okay there, baby?” My hand around her throat turns from a controlling grip to a soft caress. “Come back. Everything is okay. I’ve got you.”
My heart pounds as she struggles to focus.
“I can’t believe that just happened." She throws her arm over her face.
An alarm sounds from behind me, the noise soft but insistent, and just like that, the spell is broken.
Her eyes study my face for a beat, like she’s looking at a stranger.
She drives her palms into my chest, struggling with cute little grunts and hisses until she’s free of my weight, clearing her throat as she manages to right herself and stand.
Her hair is sex messed, her shirt pushed up on one side. The ivory skin on her neck and cheeks is red from the friction of my two-day scruff.
“You did something to me, baby. You felt it too, it was like you lit the fuse and we exploded. Fire and ice.”
She sucks in a long breath, smoothing her shirt down, brushing some of the wildness out of her hair. Then she grabs her waist just above her hips, squeezing herself, digging deep for that control she gave up so beautifully a moment ago.
“That’s the end of our session. I think we’ve come a long way today. I expect to see you again tomorrow.” Her voice is ragged from the screams, but she clears her throat, the look in her eyes turning flat and professional as I pop off the bed to my feet, my dick still standing tall under my sweatpants, a strip of her wetness darkening the fabric.
“That’s what you have to say to me right now?”
“This is out of control. I’m never out of control. This can’t happen, I’m sorry.” She hardens her eyes, swallowing, sweeping her hand in the air toward the door. “I—I have a client right after you. Please, see yourself out the same way you came in.”
She’s telling me to leave? Yeah, but the little twitch at the corner of her lip and the way she’s refusing eye contact tell me something else.
“And, one more thing…” She raises her index finger, cheeks flushed, still avoiding my eyes.
“Anything, baby.”
She grits her teeth on a loud exhale, then shoots me a hard look. “Promise me you won’t hit anyone.”
I cock an eyebrow, secretly thrilled she’s thinking enough about me to make that request. “I promise.”
“You do?” Her eyes light up. Surprise raising her brows as a smile crests her swollen lips.
God, that smile. I want to be the one to make that happen for the rest of my life.
I grab my shoes, step to the door, slipping my fingers around the cool metal knob. But before I step out, I add, “I promise. No hitting anyone. At least until our next session.”
She throws out a protest as I walk out, the door closing with a click behind me.
Chapter 8
King
