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In my boots, I’m still way smaller than his tall frame, but he doesn’t tower over me like he usually does, and that drives my dominance forward.

“Sit on the railing.”

As he lifts himself to balance on the brass rail behind him, I cast a glance around us. No cameras.

I know this dress turns him on. I think I’ve known since the day he saw me wear it in Lloyd’s. Even if I was determined to ignore Jenna as she tried to convince me there was something between us.

“This is all for you,” I tell him as I pull the straps over my shoulders and lower the dress to reveal my bare breasts, showing him I wasn’t wearing a bra tonight.

“Oh fuck, Kitten,” he croons. “You’re fucking spectacular.”

I waste no time as I reach inside his pants and take out his dick. I don’t know how long we have before someone works out the elevator has stopped and tries to set it running again.

The first swipe of my flat tongue across his head has him drawing in a sharp breath.

“Grip the railing,” I tell him before I swallow his cock.

His fingers plow into my hair while my mouth and hand work in perfect synchronization. I’ve never blown Jack before, but by the way he moans and tugs at the roots, I know I’m giving him exactly what he needs.

I cup his balls with my other hand and gently massage them. They grow tighter, and he flexes his hips, driving further down my throat.

“I’ve fantasized about you sucking my dick for so long. Swallowing me down as I make you gag.”

I pop off and stare up at him. “Choke me with it.”

Jack’s jaw hangs open as a trail of spit connects my lips with the swollen head of his dick.

When I take him back into my mouth, he thrusts up into me, harder than before. I gag, just like he wants, and double down, pushing him even further.

“Motherfucker,” he gasps. His hand falls to one of my nipples, playing with it between his fingers.

I want to hear him roar when he comes and releases not just himself, but all the pent-up tension he’s felt tonight down my throat.

“Gonna blow.” Jack puffs the words out breathlessly.

Right before he fires off, I feel his dick harden and his balls contract to the point of no return. He hangs his head, his face full of awe and his body completely at my mercy.

I pull off briefly. “Good boy, baby.”

The first shot to the back of my throat is fucking delicious. I can’t lie. He tastes as good as I thought he would, and my body pulsates with raw need.

When I’ve swallowed him twice and he’s still coming, I bring his cock out of my mouth and continue to pump, spilling his hot release all over my tits.

“You called me a good boy,” he whimpers.

“I did,” I reply, his cum still squirting onto me. “Do you like it when I praise this pretty cock?”

“Yes, Kendra.”

His face is flushed, his eyes are wide, and his jaw is slackened with desire as I rub him into my skin. His relaxed body is everything I hoped for when I stopped the elevator, and when I stand up straight and hover over him, his cock still hard in my palm, I swipe my tongue across his bottom lip and let him taste himself.

“Actions speak louder than words, and tonight, I couldn’t find the right thing to say about your dad. Other than he’s an asshole.”

Dropping off the railing, he cups the sides of my face in his hands, his forehead resting against mine.

He reaches across and pushes the Emergency Stop button to set us going again and then pulls my straps back over my shoulders. “No part of this was fake to me, Kendra. Not when I asked you to the gala and not now that I have you as my real girlfriend. I always knew you were incredible, but somehow, you’ve taken that word and leveled it up to the point where I’m on my fucking knees for you.” His lips tremble as they find mine. “I know so much of what we share is fun and exciting, and that’s absolutely the truth. It’s just that, now, I’m falling in love with you too.”

The barometerfor a good blow job has to be your mascara and how smeared it is afterward.