Page 97 of The Best Bad Decision

Hadn’t gotten that thought out fast enough.

Shit.

God.

Moaning, I fought to keep my legs steady as he deepthroated my cock in one smooth motion sending pleasure rolling through me. It felt like he’d taken me all the way to his stomach before he pulled off and kissed the tip. “Keep talking, baby. We’ve only got a minute before we leave for our reservations.”

He was going to kill me.

Master’s tone was sweet and almost consolatory but it sent a flash of desire-filled fear through me that only made me harder.

He’d do it…he’d leave me erect and say something like oh well it took too long.

“The new lawyer…” My brain wasn’t working enough to remember his name. “He…he talked about…”

How was he taking me that deep without it being stressful at all?

As I told myself I needed to find a way to practice more, I tried to remember what I was supposed to be talking about. “He talked about reporting them for fraud and…and something with money…”

I knew that word.

I should know that word.

That word…

Master did something with his tongue that sent my eyes rolling back in my head but it was the way he hummed that sent pleasure vibrating through me. I found myself pressing my hands against the wall and fighting the urge to fuck his throat because I hadn’t been given permission for that.

I was supposed to explain what I knew and orgasm.

Talk and orgasm.

Talk and orgasm.

What else did Master need to know?

“We…we have another appointment next week.” Yes. That was important. “He…he said you asked good questions.”

He’d also laughed and said Casimir wasn’t going to let me get railroaded again.

I wasn’t sure if he’d meant by my family, my ex, or my previous lawyer, and I still couldn’t figure it out but that was probably a too-stupid-to-think issue.

Master had started humming again.

I was going to run out of time.

“He…he wants to talk about the next steps.” And there was something else…something. “He talked to your guy. The man. That smart one. The sneaky one.”

Fuck.

It didn’t matter what he was.

Master was smart and could hum and deepthroat and swallow and…and he could make me come really fast.

One second he was driving me crazy and the next he was pulling my orgasm from me like it belonged to him and he was ready to play with it. Realizing how correct that was had relief and something confusing making me lightheaded as I came down his throat like I’d been told.

Forcing myself to stay put against the wall had every muscle twitching like I’d run a marathon. Master slowly pulled off me, catching every drop of cum and drawing out the pleasure until it was a mix of sensations that had me nearly whining.

“Such a good boy.” Somehow he made sweet praise sound so wicked. “And you’re still all neat and tidy.”