Page 83 of Personal Foul
“You weren’t a slacker. You helped, and you were taking care of your family. That’s why we’re partners. Give and take, Princess.”
“Still. I should have done more to help you. I really appreciate it though. Everything you’ve done for me.” I feel a little well of tightness in my chest, like I might lose a tear or two if I can’t hold it together.
“I’m just glad you let me help. It’s okay to admit you need help sometimes, you know?” He runs his fingers along my jaw, and I lean into his touch.
“Sometimes,” I acknowledge and then smile a little. “Especially when the help comes in a suit and is incredibly fucking sexy.”
I close the gap between us and pull on the knot in his tie that’s already come loose, as he takes the final draw off his whiskey.
“Don’t tease me, Princess. I told you how much it turns me on to watch you run this place and that’s all I’ve been watching for hours. Like slow fucking torture.”
I smirk at him and grab his hand, dragging him with me to a table and pulling a chair out.
“Sit.” I nod my head toward the chair and he gives me a skeptical look in return. “Trust me. You’ll like it.”
I pull his tie out of its knot and off his neck, and wrap it around his eyes, tying a loose knot at the back of his head.
“Princess, I trust you but you’re making me nervous.” His hands drift over my hips.
“I just want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I owe you since we got interrupted the last time.”
“Oh yeah? You gonna get on your knees for me but not let me watch? That’s cruel.”
“Well, I don’t have my usual uniform on tonight. So you’ll have to imagine it. This will help,” I whisper against his ear. “You gotta pretend like I’ve got my hair in braids, my socks on and nothing else. Remember? Wet and desperate for you like I was the other night.”
“Oh, fuck…” he groans, leaning back in the chair as I kneel down and start undoing his belt and pants.
THIRTY-FIVE
Easton
“All I could thinkabout today is how lucky I am to have you. How good you are to me,” she says the words softly as she starts to stroke me.
I’m so fucking weak for her when she’s like this. When she says all the things I’ve been dying to hear her say for so long. All the things I imagined she might say for months.
The moment she puts me in her mouth I almost come out of the chair, it feels so damn good. The way she sucks me—using her mouth like she’s trying to make sure I know exactly how much she appreciates me. I reach out blindly, my fingers finally connecting with her cheek and I brush over the soft curve of it as her head bobs back and forth, taking me in steady strokes as she builds up my need for her.
“Fuck me, Princess. You’re so fucking perfect. You make me feel so fucking good,” I whisper into the dark.
She offers me a soft moan in return as she takes me a little deeper, and the vibration of it sets all my nerve endings on fire. I shift forward involuntarily, trying to get more of her and then pull back, scared I’m going to hurt her. But she doesn’t flinch, doesn’t stop, just sucks me harder; moaning and sliding her tongue over the length of me like I’m the best thing she’s ever had in her mouth. I know if she keeps going like this, it’s not gonna be long until I fall apart.
“Oh Princess… fuck… you suck me so well. You’re so fucking good. Sosofucking good. But I need inside you. Come up here. Take those panties off and ride me.”
She pulls away from me and I hear her standing, the sound of cotton brushing over her skin, and the feel of her hair against me as she bends over to take them off. I pull a condom out of my back pocket and put it on, fumbling a bit with my lack of sight but still managing it.
“You look so fucking hot like this,” she whispers. “Definitely think I have a thing for you in suits.”
“How wet are you? Need me to tell you how much I hate you first before you fuck me?” I smirk.
She takes my hand and slides it between her legs, and I brush my fingers over her. She’s so warm and so unbelievably wet for me, I can’t help the little groan I make when I touch her.
“You like sucking my cock that much?”
“Yes, but that’s not the main reason tonight.”
“Oh yeah. What’s got you so fucking desperate to be fucked tonight?”
“Who you are underneath everything. What a good heart you have. How lucky I am that you let me see it.” Her lips brush against mine, her teeth grazing my lower lip as she straddles me and guides me inside her.
