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And right then, when the company name gets said for like the fourth fucking time by these idiots, I see her connect the dots.
She starts to pull off, probably to ask questions, but she can’t. Because I drop my hands, palming the back of her head, keeping her where she is.
Instead of her eyes widening in alarm or anger, they roll back. And she sinks lower.
She fucking likes it.
“Not a front.” I drop my head back. If I watch her do this, I’ll blow in three seconds. “Like I said, personal reasons. Now fuck off about it.”
I don’t press down on Savannah’s head. I don’t have to. I just keep my hands buried in her hair, feeling her head rise and fall over my lap. Feeling the wet heat of her throat work around my dick.
Abdul clears his throat. “I also saw you bought KSGD.”
Savannah makes a quiet squeak at the same time Nero asks, “What the hell is that?”
I lift my head and narrow my eyes down at Savannah. The ex that worked at that company started there after they broke up. She shouldn’t recognize that name.
“I think it’s a latex company?” Abdul sounds unsure.
“Latex?” Nero repeats, like he’s never heard the word before.
I apply the smallest amount of pressure on the back of my wife’s head, and she starts to bob again. Stroking her hand up and down my length, mirroring the movement with her lips. While her other hand is on my thigh for balance, her fingertips digging into my muscle.
“Like they make condoms?” Nero asks.
“Yeah, maybe,” I answer.
“Maybe?” Nero snaps.
“Yeah, maybe. I don’t fucking care, man!” Savannah keeps her eyes on me as she sucks, her cheeks hallowing around my cock.
I can already feel my balls tightening.This is too fucking good.
Then Savannah reaches up, puts her hand over mine on the back of her head, and she pushes.
She. Fucking. Pushes.
My eyes are locked on hers when I start to press down, with the question in my gaze.
Is this what you want?
And she answers with a tiny nod.
Pushing harder, I shove myself into her throat, and I feel her muscles convulse around me.
“You…don’t care what the company you bought does?” Nero is still talking.
Why is Nero still talking?
Gripping her hair, I pull Savannah off my dick, so she can quietly catch her breath.
She still has a hand on my cock and she doesn’t sit idle, running her grip up and down.
“You ready?” I ask her.
Savannah nods, opening her mouth and I force her back onto my cock.
“Ready for what?” Nero, god of the underworld, still won’t shut up, because he hasn’t figured out that I’m getting my dick sucked.