Page 126 of The Casanova Complex

She pulls off with a pop when it’s too much, when she’s gasping for air, gathering the saliva that’s trailing from the tip of my dick to her mouth and spreading it over the head. She gives extra attention to the most sensitive part of me by swirling her tongue along the weeping slit, then tracing the ridge on the underside, licking the vein that runs down my length like she’s following a path.

I love how confident she is. The way she doesn’t second-guess herself or worry if I’m into something. She just does it, and fuck, it is so sexy.

I can’t get enough.

My fingers curl in her hair as she sucks me back into her mouth, and I use it to guide her up and down, thrusting deep.

Fucking her throat like the dirty girl she is.

“So fucking good,” I pant when she swallows around me, and my spine tingles, blinding hot pleasure pooling in the base. “I’m gonna come.”

Any goddamn second. She feels too good, too perfect, that I can’t hold it.

Suddenly, she pulls off my cock and stares up at me through her dark, thick lashes. “On my face.”

Oh Christ.

Fuck me.

On her fucking face?

My girlfriend just let me fuck her throat and then is telling me to come on her face. I think she’s my soulmate.

I fist my cock tightly, pumping while Merritt sits back on her heels and sticks her tongue out like it’s a fucking landing strip for my cum.

It sends me over the edge, hurdling into a climax so powerful my toes curl in my loafers, and I fucking roar.

“Fuuuuuuck!”

I jerk my cock, coming on her face, and she moans as my cum spills onto her lips, her cheeks, her waiting tongue, covering her.

Making a complete goddamn mess.

She sweeps her finger along her lips and gathers a taste of cum, shoving it into her mouth and sucking hungrily on her fingers.

I’m pretty sure I’ve just died.

When my balls are empty and I’m a hundred percent sure that I’ve branded this memory into my head for all of eternity, I drop my head back against the door and drag in an exhausted breath.

“That was hot. Let’s do it again.” Merritt giggles, and I lift my head to look down at her.

“Baby, trust me when I say I can’t fucking wait,” I murmur in disbelief and pure awe, honestly. “But I’m going to need a minute or two because you just sucked the soul out of me.”

A pleased smile sits on her lips. “You’re welcome, Goalie. Good game tonight.”

Perfect. She’s goddamn perfect.

Who knew I’d suddenly have a reason to be even more motivated to play well?

I shrug out of my suit jacket, button-down, and undershirt and then use it to clean her up, tossing it all in the hamper when I’m done.

I pick Merritt up off the floor and carry her to my bed, gently setting her down on the top.

“Now that you’ve given me my first religious experience of the night, it’s your turn.”

She smiles cheekily, watching as I pull off those cute little combat boots of hers, then work on the short black skirt and tights.

I’m considering leaving the jersey on because I think I’m developing a new kink, but…