Page 50 of Professional Consult
Her head cocks to the side in trepidation. “Wow…that’s impressive.”
“Having second thoughts?”
“No, just genuinely in awe of what you’re working with.”
I bring a hand to the column of buttons running down the flannel shirt she’s wearing, popping each one open, revealing a tank top.
“I hate how many layers you wear. In the magazines, it’s always just a thin shirt with a hint of nipple poking through.”
“You really do pay attention.”
“How could I not?”
I cup her breast, kneading the tender flesh. She slides the flannel off, then wraps her hand around the base of my cock as she leans in for a kiss.
Her tongue breaches my lips, curling in my mouth, stroking against mine as her hand joins in rhythm up my length.
I hiss out a breath as I push her away.
Her expression skews. “I’m sorry. I thought you wanted it.”
I snort. “It’s not that. You remember how you said you wanted to role-play being teenagers?”
“Uh-huh?”
“Well, my body seems to be good at that around you. The last thing I want to do is pop off from a hand job.”
Lexi’s hands fly to her mouth as she starts giggling, and as embarrassed as I am, I love that I made her laugh. I love the sound of it.
I want to fill my house with it.
Without hesitation, she leans down, grabbing my cock again and smearing the pre-cum pooled on the slit across her lips.
Fuck me—what the hell is this?
She sucks me into her mouth, teasing the ridge with skillful strokes that vacate the breath from his lungs.
But it’s not just the feeling of her tight, warm mouth wrapped around my cock that has me losing my damn mind. In her position. Her back is arched, her butt tilted ever so seductively, and her tits are just within my grasp. It’s a position I’d very much like to fuck her in, and I could. All I would have to do is open the passenger side door and grab those curvy hips.
I wish I could see her eyes. Two blue pools of innocence masking devilish intent. An angel with a wild streak that desperately wants to explore.
I yank her tank top down and pull out her shapely breasts, teasing the nipples to stiffs point as I imagine what it would be like to suck her soft flesh.
The sensations are too much.
“Dammit, Lexi,”I grind out thickly. “I won’t last much longer like this.”
She gives a happy chirp, which is more adorable than sexy, then launches a series of sensual moans that torpedo me closer to the finish line.
Fuck, she wants me to spend myself quickly, probably so she can tease me afterward about fast I came.
Let her.
My fist tightens in her hair, urging her faster. I’m so close. So fucking close to shooting my load into Lexi Dash’s sweet mouth.
Oh, fuck—I should probably warn her.
“I’m gonna come.”
