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Her eyes are wide with panic but only for a split second. She hides it as quickly as she shows it, and irritation works its way into my features. She must see it but doesn’t react as she slowly climbs off the desk and walks towards me.
Gripping her hair, I pull her close and lean down to get in her face. “What did I tell you about running?”
To my surprise, she smiles, the tension leaving my body as her fingers reach for the button on my trousers. “Relax…” she nips my bottom lip. “I have only good things planned for you.”
Pulling away, she lowers to her knees, sliding my trousers and boxers down. My cock springs free and almost slaps the cheeky, seductive, and fucking beautiful smile off her face.
She’s ambitious; I’ll give her that, not even blinking when she sees the size of me. Women think they want a massive cock to play with, but the reality is often different when they choke on it.
I can’t wait to see what Naomi can do.
Licking her lips, she grips the shaft before running her tongue from bottom to top, scooping up my precum with an appreciative moan. Closing her mouth, she builds up some saliva and then uses it as lubrication as she slides my dick into her mouth.
Looking me in the eyes, she takes it straight to the back of her throat without gagging, the look in her eyes making it clear she knows exactly what she’s doing.
Hissing, I grip her hair as she wastes no time working my cock with her hand and mouth. “Fuck, Naomi!”
Best. Blowjob. Ever.
With both hands in her hair, I fuck her face while watching her closely. As much as I want to ruin her, I don’t need her passing out through lack of oxygen. The room is filled with my groans and Naomi’s slurps as she works my cock with ease, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“You good to swallow, beautiful?” I grunt out when I feel the tightening of my balls.
She hums her permission, taking me as deep as she can, and I practically roar as my cum shoots down the back of her throat.
“Jesus,” I pant. She still has my dick in her mouth, her tongue scraping up every last bit of my release.
With one hand still in her hair, I slide out, help her to her feet, and claim her mouth.
Pulling back, she licks her lips, making my dick pulse. “We taste good together,” she smiles before wrapping her arms around my neck and reaching for more.
Chapter 9
What was I thinking?
When my tongue met his, I tasted myself, and when mixed with him, it was perfection.
Now he’ll think I’m up for it—which I am. In theory.
“Let’s go,” Dom murmurs against my lips, then steps back to redress.
Shit.
My body flushes, and my eyes dart to the locked door as I plot my escape. “I should get back to my cousin… she’ll be worried.”
Dom raises a brow, already wise to me, pulls out his phone and starts tapping on the screen before placing it back in his pocket. “She’ll be looked after.”
A trickle of sweat drips down my spine, but I keep it straight. “We don’t abandon each other on a night out… I should leave with her.”
Dom steps towards me and runs his thumb along my jawline. “Your cousin will get home safely, and you’re coming with me.”
“She has my jacket,” I offer as a last-ditch attempt to escape.
He slides his over my shoulders in response. “Problem solved.” Then leads me towards the door.
I follow, feeling out of control, and the dread starts rising. I have to be in control, and I have to keep safe. It’s life or death for me.
I’m in control of my body…I say it on repeat as we walk down the stairs in silence. If Dom feels how sweaty my hand is, he ignores it, just like he does everyone who tries to get his attention as we pass.
