Page 35 of Sweetest Revenge

Addison Mercer was an overachiever. She didn’t just suck the wetness off my fingers; she fucking licked them clean. The slurping sounds were sinful. The way her tongue weaved between my fingers even more so.

I need her mouth.

I hooked my fingers on her mouth and forced it open. She stuck her tongue out for me, giving me an exact view of what it would be like if I stuck my cock down her throat.

“Do you want my cock, Addi?”

I took my fingers out so she could speak.

“I want nothing from you,” she spat.

“Fine,” I hissed and slapped the letter opener from her hand. “You want me to be mean?”

“Mean?” she asked with a bitter laugh. “You’re a fucking monster.”

I pushed the chair back further behind me and pulled her off the desk, shoving her to her knees. Her hands gripped my pants, her eyes looking up at me with a fire that only propelled me further.

I tangled one hand in her hair, allowing the other to pull my throbbing cock out as she watched.

I placed the head of my cock on her lower lip and sucked in a sharp breath when she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, flicking it once. Twice.

“So compliant, Addi,” I mused and teased her mouth with my cock. It was warm and wet, and she was all too eager to take me. “What happened to the brat?”

I pushed into her wet, warm mouth with a grunt, and she closed her lips around my cock, hollowing her cheeks and sucking me down like it was her one and only job in this world.

One she excelled at.

Her tongue played with the underside of my cock, taking advantage of how I froze. It took everything I had not to come right on the spot.

“How long have you been wanting to suck my cock, babygirl?” I asked, my voice thick with need. The modified nickname slipped out without me even realizing it, but it felt so right.

So did her mouth on me. It was a wonder how something so wrong could feel so right.

She was never supposed to be mine. When I went to her father’s company, it was for myself. A means to an end. I’d never wanted his daughter.

Until I saw her. And she saw me.

Then she was all I could think about. All I could dream about.

Until one day, it overtook me.

Just like now.

Seeing Addi with my cock between her lips was every single fantasy I’d ever had come true. We had been together once. I had only fucked her once.

Then she was gone from my life, and it never happened again.

She’d never sucked my dick. And eight years was a really long time and a slow build-up to what I’d dreamed of doing to her since then if we ever met again.

I ached for her. That much became even more clear when she was on her knees in front of me.

I tightened the grip on her hair and slowly began to fuck her face. The darker side of me was tempted to fuck her hard and without mercy. As a true punishment.

But it was so much sweeter seeing her take every inch of me so compliantly. I’d never allowed myself to imagine she’d be so well behaved. It was a treat that almost made me forget what she had been trying to do in my office before I woke up.

“You feel so good, babygirl,” I groaned. “Touch yourself.”

I let out a curse when her hands fell to her cunt. She didn’t even hesitate to start riding her own fingers.

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