Page 6 of Ace of Swords

Her voice broke. “To not feel so trapped.”

I startled. “What—” FG didn’t let me finish; she kissed me harder than ever, driving us to the ground. Her weight made the cool garden grass stab into my spine. She slid down my body, then struggled with my belt. I hurried to help her, no longer caring if we got caught by someone wandering the garden.

She rubbed her cheek up and down my cock through my pants. I grit my teeth, moaning at the delicious pressure. For several minutes she toyed with me—nuzzling my shaft, tracing her nails down my thighs. When she finally pulled my pants down enough to reveal my boxers, I was dizzy. I thought I’d come before she touched my skin.

“Oh,” she gasped as she guided my cock into the air. Her palm was warm but my taut skin was hotter. I looked down my body to see her eyeing my thick cock like she was mesmerized. I knew I was big, but was Ithatimpressive?

Her eyes met mine. She was blushing, but there was an eagerness sparkling in her stare. Tucking her hair over her shoulder and out of the way, she kissed the head of my cock. “Fuck,” I growled. “That’s amazing.”

Her chest filled with air, pushing her cleavage upwards. She nuzzled the tip of my prick over the skin of her breasts, thrilling me. It was nothing compared to what came next.

The edge of her tongue slid across the underside of my dick. Impatient, she dove forward, circling me with her mouth and taking me in halfway. Saliva dripped down to my balls—she was slathering me up. Her hair fell forwards, partially hiding the view. I reached down, meaning to brush it away, but something primal took control. I gripped her soft hair, using it to guide her mouth until her lips wrapped solidly around my dick.

Hot tingles awoke in my cells, expanding until my heart was buzzing. I’d always thought of myself as a patient man, but I couldn’t resist thrusting into her throat. She coughed, but she kept working to get the last inches of me past her gag reflex.

“I’m damn close, I’m going to come any second,” I whispered.

She moaned around my cock, her tongue grinding on the sensitive cleft underneath. When she started to cup my sack, handling me so gently, so experimentally, I was done for.

Arching my hips, I thrust towards the night sky. She made a wet, choking sound, but she didn’t stop sucking me off. Not even when my cock swelled bigger than ever. My climax obliterated the world around me; I saw nothing but flashes of color that matched the stars. Distantly, I felt my come pouring into her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

She gasped for air after she pulled away. Looking down, I saw her crouched between my thighs. Her hair was damp in places where it had touched her wet chin. Quickly she wiped at her face, erasing the evidence of how she’d given me a messy blow job. I watched with fascination as she smirked. “That was... something else,” she chuckled.

“That’s what I should be saying.” I sat up, reaching for her. Before I could capture her for another kiss, a voice rang out nearby.The party.I’d forgotten all about it.

She looked around, then climbed to her feet. “Let’s get back,” she said, dusting dirt from her knees. “People will notice we’re gone if they haven’t already.”

Fuck. Sergio.“You’re right,” I agreed. But I wanted to stay. I wanted to make her come like she’d done for me, and I wanted to kiss her until she told me her real name. She couldn’t remain my Fun Girl forever. Not after what we’d done.

Together we walked through the darkened gardens. The house rose up—we’d been much closer than I’d considered. Had anyone heard us out there in the hedges? As we climbed the back steps, weaving through the crowd that sipped their endless champagne, I spotted Sergio.

“Oh, there you are!” he said, looking my way as I approached.

I started to dig for an excuse for why I’d vanished during the party. This whole affair was so unlike anything I’d ever done. But Sergio wasn’t looking at me. He was staring just beyond, at my Fun Girl. “Tatiana, you sweet thing.” He leaned in to kiss her cheek. “Meet Rolland, my best financial adviser on the books.”

Her beautiful eyes locked on mine, reflecting our wicked secret about what we’d been doing minutes ago in the garden. “I already met him, Daddy.”

Daddy.

And I knew I was properly screwed.

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