Page 33 of Vendetta

His eyebrows raise. “I think you did that already.” He says but my hands are already undoing his belt, dropping his trousers and I’m reaching for his cock which even now is coming so readily to life.

“How about I show you some more?” I say.

“What my queen wants, my queen gets.” He says before half groaning as I run my tongue up the side of his shaft. His dick jerks as I do it. He’s still only semi-hard but that’s okay, I’m more than happy to work with what I have.

I push him back onto the leather seat and he doesn’t put up a fight but he does reach for the phone and dials for food.

I fondle his balls, lick along him more, swirl my tongue over the very top as he tries to order. I’m deliberately teasing him, enjoying the effects of how my tongue is tantalising him. It’s hard not to laugh as he stumbles on his words, as his voice slurs, as he groans.

I don’t care what he’s actually ordering. I’d eat anything but right now what I want most is his dick in my mouth.

He puts the phone down, drops it, and turns his full attention on me.

I think I enjoy seeing the look on his face almost as much as the feel of it as when he slides between my lips. He looks like all his Christmases have come at once. He looks like he’s been bestowed every gift possible by god. And the way he groans, it’s like heaven to my ears and part of me wants to record it and play it every time I touch myself.

I want to cum only to that sound.

I want to die to it ringing in my ears.

“Eleri.” He murmurs. I feel myself getting wetter as he utters my name. I’m still a sticky mess from earlier, I can smell his cum on me, but I don’t care because Nico doesn’t seem to either.

He tucks his hands behind his head, thrusting his hips forward, letting me take full charge. Full command of his body.

I lean over him. His dick is at full throttle now and I plunge him into my mouth properly.

“Fuck.” He growls.

I pull him out with popping sound.

“Are you enjoying your thank you?” I say.

He nods. “So much.”

I grin, taking hold of him and swirl my tongue around him more. His precum is on my lips, on my tastebuds. This man’s cock feels like my sole obsession now.

He starts thrusting more, and with every push he hits hard into the back of my throat. I guess I’m starting to get used to it though because I’m not choking as much I did the last time.

Vaguely I register a pinging sound and Nico looks around seeing someone bringing the food.

He points roughly to where he wants it and I feel the man’s wide eyes on me as I continue to suck Nico off. I half grin at him. I don’t care what he thinks. All I care about is Nico and his pleasure in this moment.

“You’re so good at this.” Nico groans. Clearly he doesn’t care if the man is there either.

I fondle his balls again. Massage them. I can feel them tightening. I can feel his thrusts becoming more erratic. He’s got good timing considering our dinner just arrived but I want to make sure we both enjoy our starter first. His hands fall on my head. He starts pounding, fucking my face harder and then he cums. And that same delicious saltiness pours down my throat as I relish every drop.

He falls back into the chair. Staring at me.

I grin at him, remaining on my knees, trying to figure out what he’s thinking right now as I wipe my mouth.

“You’re incredible.” He says.

I laugh. “No. You are.”

He shakes his head sitting up, and adjusts his pants before holding his hand for me to take. “My dream woman.”

“Your dream whore more like.” I murmur.

“If you’re happy to be my whore, I’m happy to keep your mouth occupied.” He says.

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