Page 19 of Ace of Swords

I was lost in a flood of sensation. I knew what I wanted. Why couldn’t I just say it? I was uncomfortably hard, the head of my cock straining against the elastic waist of my boxers. The answer to her question was easy: I wanted her to jerk me off until I came all over her hand.

“Under my boxers. Touch me,” I finally said.

When her cool skin touched my cock, I jumped. I couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Fuuuck. Faster,” I ordered her, all composure forgotten.

She stroked up and ran a finger over the head, wet with drops of precum. She swiped her finger up and down the cleft a few times before she started pumping with a steady rhythm. I knew it wouldn’t be long before I exploded.

My head was resting against her shoulder, absentmindedly kissing, licking and biting her. When she reached lower and grabbed my balls, I sucked on her skin so hard I was sure I would leave a mark.

Her strokes got faster and shorter, concentrated entirely on the top of my cock, swirling her thumb along the underside. Heat was spiraling through me and my balls were tight and begging for relief. I crushed my mouth against hers as the early waves of my orgasm went through me, groaning into her mouth as the first burst of come spurt onto her hand.

She wrapped her fist tightly around me, and I kept pumping, shooting two more streams of sperm. I was breathing heavily. I’d forgotten where we were until I heard the door to the suite open. I pulled away from Tatiana quickly.

“Are you ready for me to ring you up, Ms. Montalla?” Amy called.

“Yes,” Tatiana replied breezily. “We’ll take everything on the rack out there.”

“And the lingerie? Should I put that on the bill?”

Tatiana laughed. “Oh yeah, I’ll be taking this home with me. Add it on.”

I searched her face to see what was so funny, and she pointed to her hip. I’d come all over the $3,885.00 Chantel Dressing Gown. Shit. I guess it was in the budget after all.

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