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She drops to her knees, her ass pressing against the tight fabric of her little red skirt. I wait until her face aligns with my crotch before gesturing for her to use her hands.
The blonde wastes no time obeying, that restless energy driving her forward. If I weren’t an asshole, I might let this stretch beyond here—but I am, and I grow tired of people easily.
I waste no time wrapping my fists around her ponytail and yanking her head backward. She lets out a throaty moan, neck bared.
"I'm sure your contract has a no-fraternization clause." My grip tightens in her hair, twisting it around my palm. "You’re not supposed to proposition the guests. And yet, here you are—breaking the rules like the dirty little slut you are."
When I nudge her, she obediently turns around to face me, eyes limpid with desire.
I motion at my pants, "Take it out."
With eager hands, she reaches for my belt and undoes the heavy buckle, the button, and zipper of my pants following shortly after. My cock jerks when she cups it through the material of my briefs. Grinning like the cat who got the cream,she pulls the waistband of my underwear down, my hard length springing out.
"Oh God," she breathes out, staring at it wide-eyed. It's a reaction I've gotten used to after years of being with women.
The blonde woman wraps her fingers around the base and begins to slide it up and down the shaft. Impatient, I grip her jaw in a silent command for her to open her mouth, and as soon as she does, I push inside her.
I grunt with pleasure as she sucks on the tip before opening wider to take the rest of me.
"Hmmm," she makes a sound deep in her throat, just before she begins to bob up and down my length.
I throw my head back at the pleasure of being surrounded by the hot, wet silk of her mouth.
"Take all of me," I order, and she's quick to obey, tilting her head back to allow my cock to hit the back of her throat and push into the tight passage.
"Hmm," she hums, cupping her breasts. I can see her hard nipples through her shirt, and she pinches at them, eyes rolling back in her head.
Her expert hand cups my heavy balls and begins to roll them in her palms, all while she continues to move her head up and down my cock. Saliva drips down to the carpeted floor, and tears fall from her eyes, making a mess of her mascara.
I grip her hair tighter as desire builds at the base of my spine, keeping her in place.
"Shit!" I bite out then start fucking into her mouth, hips rolling as I use her mouth to chase my pleasure, pumping into her.
Most women will complain or try to pull away at the treatment, but the blonde on her knees just opens her mouth wider and takes it, one hand sliding down to her pussy while theother continues to play with her breasts. Her eyes are pools of desire shining up at me.
My spine tingles, and my balls draw up as my orgasm finally explodes through me. I let out a low growl as I begin to come, my thrusts becoming jerky as I shoot down her throat.
Finally, I still, feeling loose and relaxed.
The blonde is still on her knees, licking my come from the corners of her mouth, a sly smile curling her lips as her hands glide down my thighs. For a second, she’s there, watching me as if expecting something. Maybe she’s waiting for me to tell her to stay. To flirt back, then fuck her brains out. But like I said before, I’m not interested.
"Is there anything else I can get you, sir?"
Her voice drips with a practiced seduction, the kind only those used to pretending they’re something more can pull off.
I lift my glass to my lips, taking a slow sip.
"No." My tone is flat, leaving no room for questions. "But you can get out of my sight and go do your job."
Her cheeks flush with a mix of confusion and disappointment. She hesitates before turning away, but before she’s out of earshot, I throw in a half-smile for the hell of it.
“Thanks, though.”
I fasten back my pants and finish my whiskey, the burn in my throat helping me focus again. I then look back down at the papers.
The jet hits the ground with a soft thud, and I feel the weight of everything settle over me again. I’m back.
The pilot’s voice crackles through the intercom, announcing our descent. I exhale slowly, rolling my shoulders, shaking off the impending stress.
