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“Fill me up, Whisper. Mark me with your cum. Make me smell like you. I’m gonna sleep with you all over me.”

With a loud grunt, he shoves me forward and off, then roughly flips me onto my back. Then, surprising me, he climbs between my legs and sucks my cock into his mouth. It only takes a few slurps of his talented mouth before I’m crying out, twisting my fingers in his silky hair, and spilling down his throat.

I don’t have time to recover before he’s on his knees hovering above me, tearing the condom off and stroking himself.

“Fuck,” he moans. “Blush…” My name falls from his lips as he twitches and cum shoots from his cock, painting my chest and belly.

I watch in a daze as he empties out on me, then I drag my fingers through it and suck them into my mouth.

“Fuck,” he moans again. “Jesus, what are you?”

“I told you I’d be the best you ever had.”

Whisper collapses next to me, his arm across his eyes. He’s breathing hard, and even spent, his cock is still impressive. Maybe I can get him to stick around for a while so I can suck him off later. I’d love to taste more of his cum.

“If you can hang out longer, we can go again later.”

He huffs a laugh, peeking one eyelid open at me. “And you’re insatiable.”

“For you, yes.”

“Well I’m damn near forty. I need some recovery time.”

“I’ve got time. Lots of it.” I kiss his neck. “Want some water or anything?”

“I’m okay.”

He closes his eyes and I do the same, content and satiated. I finally got him.

Now the question is, will I let him go?

CHAPTER 3

Blush

“I have to go.” Whisper nuzzles my hair before kissing my cheek. “You can stay all night if you want or I can give you a ride back to Segreto to your car. Whatever you need.”

Groaning, I roll over to face him. He’s already dressed, his hair tamed again. Damn, he’s so hot.

“What time is it?”

“Almost three.”

“Why can’t you just stay until morning?”

“Something came up. Work related.”

“Nuh-uh. You’re so fucking married.”

He smiles, shaking his head. “I promise I’m not married or otherwise coupled up. It really is work related.”

“Who has work shit at three in the morning?”

“I do.” He cards his fingers through my hair. “You’re incredible, you know that? Not just the sex, which was damn good, but everything. Your looks, the way you dance, how you carry yourself.”

“Thanks, Whisper. I can get home by myself.” I let Shelby borrow my car, so I can go straight home.

“You sure? I don’t mind.”