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My heart thuds in my chest and my nipples harden from the salty, briny flavor of him.
Continuing my quest to make him delirious, I swirl around the tight, purple head and then open my mouth and slide the head through my lips.
I swallow him whole, taking him as far back as I possibly can without choking. When he hits the back of my throat, I gag and cough.
“Ohhhh…” he moans loudly. “God, Brin. So good. Don’t stop.”
My miscalculation has elicited a response so wickedly hot from Preston that I do it again. This time on purpose. I focus on relaxing my tongue and open my mouth as wide as I can, sucking his cock to the back of my throat. Then I swallow.
Preston’s hand tightens in my hair and words of nonsense spill out of his mouth. He begins moving in earnest, hips rutting and me holding on for dear life as he chases his orgasm. I would smile at the effect this is having on him but my mouth is too full.
“Brin…baby. I’m gonna…you gotta…”
His words die off his tongue as he tries to pull me off his cock, but I won’t have it. I clamp my hand on his butt and continue to swallow and swallow and swallow, and then I feel the first hot strands of his release hit my tongue. His cock twitches and pulsates, and I have to continue to swallow as my mouth is flooded with his salty release.
I gladly take it all. When the aftershocks of his orgasm have subsided, he reaches his hand down and gingerly pulls out his still hard dick. I sit back on my heels and wipe away the remnants from the corners of my mouth. With my dress billowing around me, my chest still heaving from the thrill of making him come, I smile up at him in triumph.
My smile is immediately swiped away when someone knocks loudly at the door and says my name.
“Brinly, darling. Are you in there?”
Oh, shit.
It’s the Wicked Witch of the East coming to ruin my moment.
Preston bends down to pick up his pants and stuffs his semi-hard cock back inside. Then he holds out his hand to help me stand. I brush at the folds of my dress and lean over to look in the mirror on the wall to check out my appearance.
Oh my. My hair is disheveled, my boobs are pushing to get out of my bodice, and my lips are swollen and red.
I look well used.
“Who the hell is that?”
I sigh and give him an embarrassed, tight-lipped smile.
“It’s my mother.”
ChapterFourteen
Preston
“Your mother is here? I thought she was in New York?”
I’m stunned as I watch Brinly adjust her dress and fix her hair, using the gigantic mirror hanging from the wall, transforming from sexy queen who just gave me the most unexpected blow job to a prim and proper princess.
All for the sake of her mother.
She calmly walks over to the door and opens it wide, allowing room for a woman who looks more like Cruella de Vil than a potential family member of Brin’s. Her hair is snow white in a short, sleek bob, and she wears some sort of mink or fur coat.
“Brinly, darling.” Her mother’s voice is stern and devoid of warmth. She places an air kiss on one of her daughter’s cheeks and then the other before she scans the room and her scrutinizing eyes land on me.
It’s a death glare if I’ve ever seen one. This woman could bring some of the toughest hockey players I know to their knees in fear.
But I straighten my shoulders and stand tall. I won’t be taken down by this woman.
Her lips purse and her nose turns upward like she smells rancid trash as her dark eyes narrow in my direction.
“You must be the hockey player.” The woman says this like it’s the name of a disease.
