Page 39 of One Last Time?
The mischief in her eyes only intensified when I looked at her.
“I’m hungry for you.” She smiled as she undid my belt buckle
“Taylor Cartwright, you are the perfect woman,” I breathed, watching her.
She unzipped my fly and pulled my boxers down, unleashing my cock. With one slender hand, she gripped the base, then lowered her mouth to lick me from base to tip, cradling my balls as she did so.
The pleasure that surged through me was electrifying. It was like someone had sent a jolt of lightning through my body, and it singed my soul, awakening everything inside me with fire.
Liquid fire fueled by sex, passion, and everything I could ever want.
I laced my fingers through the silk of her hair, holding her to me as she worked me, her head bobbling up and down as she sucked my cock.
I was already nigh on release before she’d started, so now I was fighting it to hold on to the sensation for just a little longer. Her with her mouth on me, sucking, licking, and tasting, satisfying her hunger for me. Satisfying my need, want, and desire for her.
I’d been such a fool in thinking once was enough. It hadn’t been. One night, one time, one more time. No. It wasn’toneanything.
The thought scared me, but I was enjoying her far too much to let it get to me.
The release I’d been holding off peaked, and I straightened because I didn’t think she wanted me to cum in her mouth. When we’d done this before, I’d always pulled out before that happened. Today, however, she gripped onto my hips, holding me there, letting me know without words that she wanted me.
The thought made me lose my mind. The sweet suction of her mouth was too much, and I came right there in her mouth, spilling into her as she sucked harder.
She continued sucking until I stilled, and licked me clean, licking at the last pearly drop and making a show of swallowing then looking like she’d had some rare exotic dish.
She stood up and smiled, fixing her bra.
“Feel better?” she asked as simple as if she were asking me about the fucking weather.
“Taylor, what the fuck? I feel like I lost my mind.” I breathed.
She chuckled and started fixing her hair. I knew I was late. That took at least five minutes.
I fixed myself and stood too, deciding I’d take another minute with her. “Come back to mine later?” I asked, taking hold of her arm.
“Wow, I seem to be at your place more than mine these days,” she said, habitually running her fingers over my chest.
“Can you blame me for wanting you in my bed?”
She smiled. “What if I want you in my bed?”
“I’ll come running to your bed, goddess. Just say the word, and I’ll be there.” I truly suspected this woman knew she had me eating out of the palms of her hands and was working that little fact to her advantage.
She walked around me, eyes holding me in place with mischief, something brewing deep beneath the warm brown hue. Here I was, a man who was about to sign a two-million-a-year contract, and I was late. All because I suspected madam here had some sort of idea up her sleeve.
“What if I was out?” she asked. “Or what if someone else was already in my bed?”
A flicker of annoyance rippled in my soul…
No.It wasn’t fucking annoyance. It was more like rage flashed through me.Someone else in her bed?
“No.” I said that without really thinking.
“No?”
“No, I mean… no.”
“You can’t tell me no.”
