Page 70 of His to Possess
Then he pushes his cock between my lips, and there’s no room for anything in my mind but this. He’s so big, thick and hard, his length easily filling my mouth with one thrust. There are still inches of him beyond my lips but I’m already gagging as he pushes a little further.
“Fuck, Lilah, I’ve wanted this since that first night at the club. From the first moment I saw you standing on that stage, all sweet and pink and innocent, I wanted to shove my cock into your mouth.”
I moan around him, and he pushes even deeper.
“You wanted me to teach you?” he pants, and I wonder how close he is to losing control. “You wanted to learn from me, love? Well here’s your lesson. You keep your mouth open like a good girl and let me fuck your throat. That’s the whole lesson. Can you do that for me?”
I nod eagerly, wanting nothing more than to be his good girl. And there’s something so appealing about the way he put it. I’ve spent so long stuck in my head, trying to figure out my next move, the best way to stay safe. And here’s Philip, telling me I don’t have to think about anything at all. I don’t have to work to make him feel good. I don’t even have to try. All I have to do is sit here and let him take over.
It’s blissful. Even as his cock thrusts roughly into my throat, deeper and deeper. Even as his fingers tighten in my hair, so rough it hurts. Even as his pace increases, his hands and his thrusting hips and his cock controlling every second of this. It’s blissful because it’s Philip. Because of the noises he’s making. Because of the pure pleasure I see written all over his face.
Because I’m the one who’s doing this for him.
“I’m going to come, love,” he groans, all traces of control absent from his voice. A rush of heady victory goes through me. Who would have guessed that I could feel so powerful, sitting here on my knees at his feet?
“I’m going to come and you’re going to take all of it.”
I hum happily around him, and that seems to push him over the edge. He swears loudly, hands tightening even more in my hair, cock thrusting so deep that I’m sure I’m going to choke. But then he’s exploding, his salty warmth coating my tongue, and I start to think that maybe choking would be worth it for this.
“Jesus, fuck,” he gasps, pulling back. I take in a few huge, gulping breaths, trying to regain my equilibrium, then cough. Suddenly Philip is kneeling in front of me, the pleasure I loved seeing on his face replaced with concern.
“Shit,” he says, sounding distressed. “I’m so sorry. That was too much, wasn’t it? I was too rough. It was your first time, I shouldn’t have—” he stops abruptly at the sight of my grin. “Lilah?”
“That was perfect,” I tell him. “Totally hot.”
He blinks a few times, like he’s not sure what to make of me. “The belt?”
My grin grows wicked. “Also hot.”
“You liked it?”
He gapes at me, his surprise so obvious that I start to feel the first stirring of doubt. “Wasn’t I supposed to?”
He shakes his head. “Yes. I mean, I wanted you to. I just didn’t know…” he shakes his head again. “I really didn’t push you too far?”
Feeling shy now, I bow my head. “You did exactly what I wanted you to.”
“Shit,” he mutters, then his fingers are gripping my chin, forcing me to look upward into his blazing eyes. “I didn’t mean to cause you any doubt. I’m just having trouble believing that you could actually be this perfect.”
“I’m far from perfect,” I say, but he cuts me off with a finger over my lips.
“You’re perfect for me,” he insists, his voice both awed and fierce. “You’re fucking perfect for me, Lilah. And there’s no way in hell I’m going to let you go.”
Philip
I’m not the type of boss who makes a habit of yelling at his employees. I only hire the best of the best—professionals who give me excellence when they’re treated like the competent adults they are. No business was ever successful because the boss was a demanding prick.
So when I snap at Sabrina for the third time this morning, she narrows her eyes at me before leaving my office in silence to wordlessly complete the task I just demanded.
Shit. I need to get my head out of my arse.
I’ve been like this all day, and I’m under zero illusions as to why my mood is such shite.
It’s the first time since Friday that I’ve spent any significant time away from Lilah.
Apparently, I’ve turned into a sniveling, lovesick little pansy. And I don’t even care.
That doesn’t mean I need to be a dick to the people working for me, though. I’ll have to do something nice for Sabrina in exchange for putting up with my mood all morning or I’m going to end up with her spit in my next cup of coffee.
