Page 90 of Handsome Devil

With a ravenous snarl, I pulled off my sweatpants. My cock sprang out, the girth thicker than her wrist. I nudged my cut crown between her thighs, tapping the bare slit of her pussy teasingly. The glistening, whitish liquid of her cum glazed her shaved cunt like cake icing.

My sweet tooth was out of control.

A thrill chased through my spine. I stopped tapping my dick against her pussy and leaned down, my face level with her asshole, and tasted her cunt from behind. Her cum tasted like syrupy innocence. It poured like a thick river of honey between her lips every time she came, dripping straight into my eager mouth.

“From this point forward, any minor change, including switching the scent of the complimentary soap, is out of your hands,” I had the audacity to announce when my voice was muffled by my wife’s cunt. “You run it up the chain until you get an approval from either me or Will,” I continued ruefully to the discarded phone. “No detail is too small. We want to know everything.”

I finally found the strength to remove my mouth from her pussy, angling my dick back to it.

Gia squirmed, eating the space between us by scooting in my direction, pleading for my cock to press home while she wasstill draped over my lap. I couldn’t do it now. I wanted her completely sober.

And I wanted her begging.

Instead, I fisted my shaft and carefully slid the purple, angry crown of my cock superficially along her slit until it hit her clit, then began massaging said clit with the mushroom of my cock, denying her penetration.

It was a dick move, all puns intended. But that couldn’t be news to her.

“I’ll be vetting the higher management myself.” My voice rose a decibel to drown out Gia’s moans. I sounded calm and civilized as I carried on with my business call. “I’m partial to people with a minimum of eight years face-to-face customer service experience, and they must speak at least four languages.”

Gia was so vocal trying to chase my cock with her pussy, I had no choice but to shove my fingers deeper into her mouth and quiet her moaning. She gagged on them a little, but when I tried to withdraw them, she clamped her mouth around them, sucking hard, flattening her tongue under their base, showing me what it’d be like.

Wife material indeed.

I slid my fingers in and out to the back of her throat, preparing her for my cock. She needed to work on that gag reflex if she was serious about taking my dick.

I wasn’t being cocky. Nine inches were a lot. It pissed me off when women started tearing up and making drunk girl sounds when my dick was not even a quarter of the way down their throat.

“Everything okay over there, Tate?” Will cleared his throat. I supposed they could still hear the slurping of my cock smearing her creamed pussy as it slid up and down her opening.

“Sure.”

“Are you having…reception issues?” His way of telling me everyone on the call knew I was having sex.

“None on my end,” I reported apathetically, withdrawing my cock from Gia’s pussy when I realized I was seriously leaking precum. I didn’t know her contraception status and respected the fact that she didn’t want children so soon. “Just as long as we’re all on the same page about cutting costs and raising prices to turn this ship around.” I killed the call without saying goodbye.

I grabbed Gia by the front of her throat and pulled her up so her back pressed against my chest, forcing her legs open so she sat on me, spread-eagle. She wasn’t a petite girl and wasn’t the lightest woman to ever straddle me, but I still couldn’t help but think there wasn’t enough of her. “You were a tennis player.” It was a statement, not a question.

“Y-yes.” She was still panting hard, coming down from the high of her second orgasm.

“How flexible are you?”

“Very…” she said slowly, unsure of my angle. “I take yoga five times a week. Why?”

“How about we test that flexibility? I want you to clean me up.”

I pushed her down to the tip of my cock, letting my head fall against the headrest as she sucked my crown clean of my precum and her pussy juices.

When she was done, she settled in my lap, batting her eyelashes at me shyly.

I stroked her cheek and smiled down at her.

“You please me, Apricity.”

“Morning, everyone!” I breezed through the double doors of Mum’s hospital wing. I came bearing baked goods and sunny smiles. Just normal, perky, Goody Two-Shoes Gia.

Nothing to see here, folks.

Everything was normal.