Page 90 of Perfume Girl

This…this was my all-time favorite morning activity and I was amused that Raquel had sensed it, too. She stroked me up and down and with her other hand she cupped my balls, her mouth opening wide and welcoming all of me. When the back of her throat closed around my tip, the pressure to my head forced my body to shudder and I covered my eyes, moaning.

“Do you like your reward, Astor?” she cooed, before taking me in so deep and fast it made me forget everything.

“I’m gonna… ”

In these unfolding moments, Raquel’s control over me was maddeningly enslaving. Her touch aroused and yet soothed, provoked and teased, proving she was enamored with me.

Her groans thrummed through me and I could no longer hold back. My hips rocked, bursting heat into her mouth. Silently exalting the way she swallowed and lapped at what spilled over, I let her bring me down with tender kisses, hearing her soft sighs of appreciation.

I reached out and gripped the doorframe, resting my weight against it as I slowed my breathing.

“Well done,” said Raquel as she pushed herself to her knees. “Now, where did I put those jeans?”

With every cell still buzzing from my orgasm, I shoved my dick back into my pants and zipped up my jeans. “Raquel…”

“Yes.” She turned and smiled, knowing she had just delivered a mind-bending orgasm.

“So it’s gonna be like this, is it?”

“Oh, yes, Mr. Beauregard. Steel yourself for a lot more of that if you please me.”

Her smug smile told me she was feeling proud of herself for having me so vulnerable before her. Her scent lingered on me like an erotic curse.

“And if you please me,” I countered, “I will leave you sore for days.”

“I look forward to it.”

“You definitely should,” I said darkly.

She bit the end of her tongue seductively. “You taste amazing, Astor.”

My gaze lowered to her panties, where a wet patch of her arousal dampened her lace. She followed my gaze and a momentary flash of embarrassment crossed her face.

I strolled forward and knelt before her. She looked down at me and narrowed her eyes as though daring me to go further, holding on to that look of pure defiance.

She’d done well holding onto the power for all oftenminutes.

Reaching up, I tugged her panties so they slid down over her thighs, exposing her completely, her pussy only inches from my face.

Her aroma was dazzling.

If I could bottle this scent I’d own the industry.

“Let me see.” I held her gaze to taunt her.

Raquel’s jaw flexed with frustration that her little game was up. This evidence proved she had been as equally aroused as me. With gentle fingers I eased apart her folds, examining her swollen clit. “Remain still, Ms. Wren.”

She shivered and let out a long breath.

“Arms by your side,” I demanded.

She dropped her hands to her side and haughtily raised her chin.

“Ah.” I brushed a fingertip along her folds and then held my fingers out for her to see that they were soaked from her pussy. “Evidence of just how much you enjoyed my cock.”

She shot me a proud look.

Again, I trailed my fingertips along her and eased her apart to fully reveal her. “Steel yourself, Ms. Wren. If you continue to be a good girl there’ll be plenty more of this happening to your pussy in the future.”