Page 67 of The Potter

Halle is on me in a second, kissing my mouth, my jaw, until she gets to my neck. “You were a tease on the plane, Dr. Potter.”

“I was distracting you,” I argue futilely as she kisses the corner of my mouth, teasing me by not giving me the contact I didn’t know I needed.

“And now, I’m distractingyou. Tit for tat and all that.”

My head is spinning while she unbuttons my shirt, lifting my undershirt over my head and leaving it over my eyes. “I can’t see,” I grumble, wrestling one arm out before she stops me by grabbing my hand and placing it on her bare breast. At least, that’s what I think it is, considering I can’t confirm it.

“You don’t need to see, Vance. Justfeel.”

I can fucking do that.I cansodo that.Palming her tit in my hand, I roll her hardened nipple between my fingers. “You’re the boss, Peach.”

And for the first time in a very long time, I don’t mind not being the one in charge as Halle unbuttons my pants and slides them and my boxers down to my ankles.

“Stroke yourself,” she whispers at my ear, easing down my body and kneeling between my thighs “Show me how the famous doctor loses control.”

She drags a hand down my chest, stopping to kiss my waist, her tongue sweeping over the sensitive skin until my hips buck.

I’m regretting giving her this control. “I can’t—”

Warmth envelops my cock. Wet, controlled pulls send my head back to the mattress, my neck straining with every torturous lick.

“Give me your hand, Dr. Potter.”

At this point, she could ask me for anything, and I would do it. My dick hasn’t felt a mouth in a year. Clearly, we’ve missed it since I place my hand in hers. She closes my hand around my cock and then puts me between her lips, sliding all the way down until her lips meet my hand.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as she bobs up and down, her hands wrapping around mine as we milk my cock together. I’m in sensory overload, my hands trembling as I fight the urge to come down her throat mere minutes after starting.

“Vance,” she says from around my dick, before easing off, the cool air hitting me like an arctic wind.

I almost whine and shoutwhat the fuck, but then Halle takes my free hand and guides it to her head. “I want you to fuck my mouth, Dr. Potter.”

My cock jumps in my hand, and I need to remember to breathe.

“I want to see you break.”

I think we both can agree that she’s seen me break more times than any other employee, but right now, with the heat of her mouth hovering over my cock, I’m not in the mood to deny her of anything.

Instead, I grip her hair in my hand and shove her down onto my cock, feeding her every inch of me until she gags.

My dick throbs as I work Halle’s head up and down, meeting my hand thrust for thrust. Every muscle in my body is strung tight while my breathing turns into shallow pants. “Uncover my eyes,” I plead. “I want to see you.”

Halle wanted to see me break. Here it is. The need to see her swollen lips wrapped around my cock is truly unbearable. “Peach.” My voice is a harsh growl as I lift Halle’s mouth from my cock. “Let me see you.”

I hear her chuckle before I feel her hands go to my knees and push up, her mouth at my ear in the next breath. “Don’t stop stroking yourself, Dr. Potter, or I’ll keep you blindfolded.”

I grit my teeth, for once, keeping my attitude in check. The ultimate goal here is to see her. I’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish this.

Nodding, I adjust my grip and slide my hand up my cock. Without the warmth and tug of her mouth, it doesn’t feel the same.

“My patience is wearing thin,” I tell her when the shirt still covers my eyes.

Her light chuckle only serves to infuriate me. “You’re not the one in control here, Dr. Potter. I’m the boss, remember?”

Her hand wraps around mine, increasing the pressure around my dick as I slide up and down the shaft.

“Say it, Vance. Say I’m the boss.”

Fuck me. I’m going to come in my hand like a teenager. “You’re the boss,” I grit, fighting off the tightening sensation in my balls. “Now, uncover my fucking eyes, and let me watch as I come down your pretty throat.”

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