Page 24 of The Worst Pucking Deal

There we go; the devil is in the details, and Lucia Carter apparently has loose lips when there’s alcohol in her system. She might as well have said there’s a lot she doesn’t want to tell me. From my previous interactions with her, I know she’s usually composed, and I’ve never once heard her slip up like that.

“So let me get this straight,” I rasp, letting my suspicions go for now. “You’re basically offering me anything I want, your body included, to be my fake girlfriend?”

“Yes,” she breathes, still stroking my cock.

“Prove it,” I challenge. “Open your mouth.”

I’m not surprised when her lips part, forming an O. I move my hand from her neck to her chin, holding her still. Then I lean forward while gathering some spit and slowly let it drip from my mouth into hers. To her credit, Lucia doesn’t flinch or try to move away. She kneels there, taking it without complaining. Maybe she doesn’t think I see the spark of anger flashing in her eyes, but I do. And it’s fucking glorious.

“Good girl,” I praise, squeezing her chin. “Suck me off, and I promise I’ll talk to Tom about picking you.”

“I want your word,” Lucia demands. It comes out slightly muffled, since I’m still holding her chin.

“You got it,” I smirk. “If you can make me come in three minutes or less, I’ll call Tom as soon as you’ve swallowed my jizz.”

Rather than challenging me, Lucia looks up at me while her lips almost graze the tip. “I only need two minutes.” When I arch a brow, she shrugs. “Go ahead and time me. See how long it’ll take until I’ve swallowed it all.”

Because I’m a curious asshole, I reach for my phone and pull it out from under the pillow. I start the timer. “Let’s see how skilled that mouth of yours really is,” I rasp. I want to say more, but I lose the ability to think of ways to taunt her when she licks along my shaft. Reaching the head, she swirls her tongue around my slit, making it impossible to keep my groan in, and she smiles in response.

“Thirty seconds gone,” I rasp.

Lucia guides my cock into her mouth. She wraps her lips around the tip, swirling her tongue around it as she gently cups my balls, rolling them in her hand. I try my hardest to keep my groans inside, not wanting her to know just how fucking amazing her mouth feels.

Without warning, she eagerly sucks me all the way to the back, and when I hit her throat, she doesn’t pause. She picks up the pace, using her mouth to fuck me while digging her long nails into my ass cheeks.

“Fuck,” I groan, moving my hand to the back of her neck.

Lucia continues to bob her head, bringing me closer to the edge with every fucking movement. I close my eyes and tangle my fingers in her red locks, pulling her closer until I’m completely inside her hot little mouth.

I growl as she sucks, swirls, and jerks me off at the same time. Oh, fuck me, it’s incredible. Lucia moves faster, and it only takes a few moments before my balls tighten as pleasure shoots up my spine.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I groan the word over and over as I shoot my cum deep in her throat. “So fucking good.”

I don’t move until I’m spent, my cock softening in her mouth. Before pulling out, I check the phone clutched in my hand. “One minute and fifty-seven seconds,” I chuckle, feeling impressed. Lucia remains on her knees while shuffling backward, and I watch her as I stand up. “Did you swallow?” I ask.

She opens her mouth wide and sticks her tongue out, showing me she did. “I said I would,” she says, not at all sounding bothered by what happened.

Well, that’s about to change. “Good. I’ll call Tom now.” Even though it’s the middle of the night, I stay true to my word. I scroll through my contacts until I find him. Then I tap the phone icon and put the call on speaker.

“What?” Tom barks. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out.”

My smirk grows as I lock eyes with Lucia. “Not at all,” I confirm. “I just called to say I’m glad you picked Lucia Carter. I think she’s an excellent choice.” At my words, she gasps softly, and her eyes harden as she gracefully gets up from the floor.

“Glad to hear it,” Tom says sarcastically. “Now, if there’s nothing else, I’m going back to sleep.”

The moment Tom hangs up, Lucia slaps me across the cheek. “Tom had already picked?” she asks, anger dripping from her tone.

“He did,” I confirm.

“You fucking bastard,” she hisses. “I would have done anything you asked. There was literally no need to lie to me.”

When she lifts her hand again, I slap it away. Then I advance on her, using my chest to force her against the wall. “You think you can manipulate me, Lucia? You’re the one who lied. Tom sent that message days ago, and I don’t fucking believe he didn’t inform you as well.”

“But I never put myself up as a candidate,” she says, her tone calmer. “Why would he pick me?”

With a shrug, I wrap my hand around her throat. “You don’t actually expect me to believe your bullshit, do you? Get it through your head, Lucia. No one manipulates me. Ever.”

Rather than backing down, she straightens her spine. “What about our deal?”

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