Page 24 of Devotion

“That’s right,” he says with an exhale that’s mostly a moan. “You’ve got me so deep now. You always give me what I need.”

Nothing has ever made me prouder in my life than those quiet, breathless words. My pussy is fluttering so wildly that I wonder if it’s possible to come without any physical stimulation at all.

It goes on for a few more minutes, with me moaning and straining as I suck his cock with shameless enthusiasm and him holding on to my head possessively as he shifts and mumbles out thick assurances of how good I’m doing, how much he needs it, how I can hold out until he’s gotten everything he needs.

I do. I’m still going at it eagerly when his muscles tighten up like a fist. He holds my head in place as his hips jerk in short thrusts into my mouth. “Fuck yes. Take me down. All the way. All the way.”

I start swallowing even before his first spurt of release. The semen hits my throat hard, but I’m ready for it. I manage to get it down without choking, digging my fingernails into the firm flesh at the top of his ass. And after he’s let go of the last of it, he relaxes in the chair with long, stretched moans of satisfaction.

I keep holding my position, still sucking around his lightly shuddering cock.

“That’s so good,” he mumbles, still holding my head in place at his groin. “Keep going. I need it. I need it.”

I make a hungry sound around his cock, which is finally starting to soften. I can’t move my head because of his clutch on it, so I’m no longer bobbing over him. But I’m still applyinglight suction with my mouth. It’s not as intense as before, but for some reason it feels even more intimate. I love it just as much.

We stay in position until he’s softened all the way. Then he finally slides his hands down to my shoulders so I can straighten up. My neck is sore. My jaw is even sorer. My knees and my back and my throat hurt. My cheeks are blazing hot, and my eyes and nose are running slightly.

I smile up at him, thrilled by how utterly satisfied he appears. Almost debauched in his half-undone robe and his hair still damp from his shower. His face is flushed darkly, and his eyelids are heavier than I’ve ever seen them.

“Thank you, Jess,” he manages to rasp. “What a way to start the day.”

I giggle. I can’t help it. I stand up, ignoring the soreness of my body as I walk around to the back of his chair. I rub his neck, shoulders and back for ten more minutes, delighted by how loose and relaxed all his muscles are. But eventually our time runs out. He has to get up to dress quickly. I have to drink some water and go to the bathroom. I don’t even have time to secretly rub myself off even though I’m so aroused it’s like torture.

Then we both leave for our first meeting of the day.

The day is long,but I don’t find it tedious. He meets with a small group of administrators about financial information from the past ten years, then with a couple of the legal administrators about policies that govern the banking system in the Central Cities, then with another small group about potential changes in immigration practices. Then finally with the finance group again—this time with the president.

Most of the other partners doze or daydream through the meetings, but I listen. I’m naturally curious, and I like to know what’s going on. And I particularly want to learn background information for the huge project Gabriel is working on.

Obviously I can’t help him with it, but trying to understand his work is a reasonable thing for a partner to do.

One of the administrators at the first and last meeting is a pompous, obnoxious older man named Lennox. He doesn’t like Gabriel. I can see that very clearly, and more than once I’ve had to restrain my defensiveness when he’s said something critical or condescending toward Gabriel.

I really want to scratch the infuriating man’s face off. How dare he talk that way when Gabriel is ten times smarter and more competent?

Gabriel, being who he is, acts blandly oblivious to every slight or criticism and always turns the conversation back to the work that needs to be done. It’s actually a good strategy for dealing with a man like Lennox, but I still want to lash out and put the man in his place.

When the final meeting is over at last, it’s almost dinnertime. Stella, whom I’ve continued to assess as an intelligent and considerate person, asks Gabriel something about how credits are assigned to farm produce, and they have a brief, friendly conversation about it.

Lennox must have been listening, because he lumbers over and complains that they shouldn’t be having the conversation without his input.

Gabriel is a few inches taller than him. He blinks down and asks mildly, “I’m sorry. Remind me who you are again. What’s your position?”

I almost burst into laughter at Lennox’s expression. It takes real effort to restrain my amusement. I know for a fact that Gabriel is aware of both Lennox’s identity and his role in theadministration. He learned all his colleagues’ names, faces, and positions in the first week. So this is obviously his way of putting the man in his place, exactly as I wanted to happen.

Lennox is so offended he storms off in a huff, muttering about gauche outsiders being too full of themselves for their own good.

Gabriel is gathering his stuff, so I stand up to be ready to leave with him. Stella is laughing silently at the encounter the way I am, and her eyes happen to shift in my direction.

We’re both obviously thinking the exact same thing and enjoying the moment, and we smile at each other in mutual accord.

I like Stella, and I know she likes Gabriel. That’s all the moment means.

Gabriel is ready to go then. He waits until I fall into step behind him before he strides out of the room.

Gabriel has a headache.I suggest he try to rest, but he’s gotten some ideas during the meetings and wants to do a few hours of work this evening. So I run downstairs to get him some pain medication from the clinic.

We could call down for it. There’s a phone system in the palace, and a member of the domestic staff is always happy to deliver things for an administrator. But I like to stretch my legs, and I like to see what’s going on elsewhere in the palace, so I volunteer to make quick errands myself.

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