Page 28 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

I was disappointed she wasn’t on board with us continuing to see each other, but when she pulled my cock between her lips and took me deep in her mouth, I decided that was a good consolation prize.

“Fuuuck, sweetheart, that feels so good,” I moaned as I reached for her hair to slow her pace, otherwise I was going to be spurting down her throat in thirty seconds.

She looked up at me when she pulled her mouth off my dick and replaced it with her hand so she could sass, “That’s kind of what I was going for.”

Using her hair as a handle, I steered her face back to my shaft until the tip touched her lips.

“No need to stop, baby.”

Her grin was wicked.

“Good.”

Then, without warning, she engulfed my cock until the tip bobbed against the back of her throat.

My hips jerked, and my hold on her hair tightened.

“You’re not playing fair, sweetheart.”

She slurped off my shaft long enough to mutter, “So?” before resuming her oral attention.

I had no reply, so I just watched, mesmerized, as she moved her mouth up and down on my cock.

Big mistake.

She looked like a siren with my dick in her mouth, and my balls drew up as my spine started to tingle.

With a groan, I pressed on her shoulder and pulled out .

Her eyes were wide when she looked up at me.

“Did I hurt you?”

“Fuck no.” I tugged on her arm to haul her against me. “Just the opposite, darlin’, and there’s no way I’m coming before you do.”

A small smile escaped her lips.

“Yes, that would be tragic.”

“It would be.” My hands skimmed up her sides until I cupped her tits in both palms. “Humor me and my fragile male ego.”

I wasn’t sure she was aware she subtly pressed against my touch.

“I mean, if there’s an orgasm in it for me, who am I to complain?”

Tweaking her right nipple, I corrected her. “We’ve had this discussion before, darlin’. Orgasmssss, plural.”

****

Gretchen

I’d had more orgasms in the last thirty-six hours than I’d probably had in the last three years of my marriage. Well, at least with a partner.

And I was not complaining.

Whoever ended up with Gabe was going to be a lucky woman.

I wondered what she would be like, and I felt a pang of jealousy toward this fictitious woman.

Would he be opposed to a woman who already had kids who were older than his kids, or at least their age ?

It was on the tip of my tongue to ask as we lay snuggled together in the dark, but then I realized, what did it matter? So, I opted to wiggle closer to his side instead.

I fell asleep wishing things could be different between us, even though I knew that was impossible.

****

Gabe

While I listened to Gretchen’s breathing even out, I kissed her hair and pulled her closer to bask in our post-coital glow.

But as I lay there in the dark, a sudden sadness washed over me.

I was holding the most beautiful, fascinating woman I’d probably ever met, and I wouldn’t be seeing her again after tomorrow morning. At least not in the capacity that I wanted.

She was right; we weren’t compatible.

And that sucked.