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REED

With every step I take toward the penthouse suite, more exhilaration rushes through me, and when I scan my hand over the screen to access the hotel room, I practically sigh in relief at being able to step inside with her.

The way she held my attention in the elevator was profound. I’ve never felt so aroused in my entire life, and I’m ashamed to admit I came close to coming when she sucked my thumb into her mouth and played with it like she will my cock. I clear my throat to keep from spiraling. “Would you like a drink?” The door clicks shut behind us, and she lets go of my hand. I grind my teeth, the loss of her touch irking me, and having that reaction is somewhat disconcerting.

I never show affection and pride myself on the fact I have none to give, nor do I wish to receive it.

After unscrewing the cap on the whiskey, I pour myself a generous measure and lean back against the bar to give her my attention.

“No. I’d prefer to drink you down, though.” She beams.

Jesus, this woman is going to be the death of me. I can feel it.

My cock has already soaked my boxers, thanks to her teasing me in the elevator. I was seconds away from coming like a teenager, and I want nothing more than to punish her for it. I watch transfixed as her fingers slowly unbutton her blouse, exposing her full tits. She slips the material from her shoulders and onto the floor, rooting me to the spot, and my eyes lock onto the white lace holding her generous assets in place.

She moves onto her skirt, unzipping it at the back, and it drops to the floor. Her panties are on full display, and I clench my fists as I try but fail to see if her pussy is bare beneath the scrap of lace.

Her figure is fuller than my usual conquests, but much more enticing. So much so, my mouth waters. I want to kiss every inch of her. I want to suck her skin into my mouth and mark it with my own personal branding.

“Are you going to get undressed?” Her hands move behind her, as if to unlatch her bra, and I hold my hand up to stop her.

“Leave it on.” She narrows her eyes, so I explain. “I won’t be able to contain myself if they’re real.”

She chokes on a giggle, then shakes her head as a smile plays on her lips. “I’ll leave it on, then.”

Fuck me. I’m done for.

My eyes flare with a desire so profound I get lightheaded and have to clutch the counter to stabilize myself. I don’t feel like myself anymore. It’s like she’s taken over my body and mind.

What the hell is happening to me?

“Shall I lose the panties? Or are you not going to be able to contain yourself?” Her lip twitches, and I fucking adore her playfulness. It’s refreshing, despite wanting to mark her ass for tormenting me.

“Do it,” I grunt out, and she shuffles the thin fabric down her luscious hips and over her heels, somehow maintaining a look of grace as she does. Then she dangles them from her finger.

“Now what?” She crooks an eyebrow at me.

“Now you’re going to crawl to me and bring me those panties.” I smirk and sip from my glass to act nonchalant, despite my heart racing so fast the lightheadedness from before is increasing.

She licks her lips as if contemplating my words, and for a split second, I think she won’t comply.

When she lowers herself to the floor, my balls almost combust. Then she crawls toward me, each movement bouncing her glorious tits, and I bite back the groan itching to escape me. Instead, I empty my drink and place the glass on the counter. Her heavy tits swell over her bra, and I will myself to remain standing to watch the show she’s putting on, but in my mind, I’m throwing her over my shoulder and marching us both to my bed. I ball my hands into fists so tight my knuckles ache. Her green eyes are hooded as she comes to a stop at my feet, looking up at me from beneath her thick lashes like I hung the moon and the stars.

Jesus, she’s beautiful. My breath stutters at the unusual random thought. All the women I pay for are good-looking, but this one, this one, is fucking different.

I trail my finger down her cheek, and she leans into my touch, stealing my breath—another odd reaction for me. As punishment, I shove two fingers into her mouth, and my cock jumps, then her eyes widen. She sucks on them as I slide them in and out, mimicking the action my cock will make. “Good girl,” I praise, then slip them from her mouth, and a gentle sigh leaves her now-plump lips. “Now, be a good girl and take my cock out. I want you to wrap your wet panties around it.”

Her eyes flare and her cheeks redden.

What? Did she think I wouldn’t know she’s getting off on this as much as I am?

Her pupils burn with lust, and then, without needing further prompting, she unbuckles my belt. I can’t help the hiss that leaves my lips when her dainty fingers graze over the trail of hair leading toward my solid cock. Then she pops open the button, lowers my zipper, and pushes my pants and boxers enough to allow my cock to spring free, I want nothing more than to push her hands away and take over, but I allow her to take her time, even though it pains me to let her.

When her soft hand reaches inside my damp boxers, I don’t have it in me to be embarrassed by the wetness greeting her. I’ve never pumped so much pre-cum out of my slit in my entire life, and when she moans, more streams out and has me biting back the urge to thrust inside her.

“That’s it.” My hand finds her hair, and I cling onto her head like it’s a lifeline. “Wrap those little panties around my cock, beautiful girl.” My hips jerk in anticipation.

With the fabric wrapped around me, I throw my head back in awe and try to remain rooted to the spot. “Suck me into your mouth.” I practically beg as lust thrashes through me.

Her hand works my cock up and down, and when the heat of her mouth encompasses my cock still tightly covered in her thin fabric, I tighten my hold on her hair. “Fuck, yes. Taste your dripping pussy on my cock.”

Her moans send vibrations down my cock, and I relish it.

“Do you like how I taste?” I ask, yanking her greedy mouth from my cock.

“Y-yes.”

My eyes roll as I push inside her drooling mouth again. “Good girl,” I groan, painting her lips with the tip of my cock. The fabric prevents me from covering her in pre-cum, but I tell myself she is, and spittle drips from the corners of her mouth. “My beautiful little slut, tasting her panties.” Then I thrust forward, and she swallows me down again eagerly. “Can you taste your pussy and my pleasure?” Thrust.

“Don’t we taste good together?”

Thrust.

Her nails drag over my balls, and it takes everything in me not to pin her head to my hips and face-fuck her, but I’m enjoying this battle of dominance and submissiveness far too much.

“Lick your panties clean, beautiful girl. Lick all your mess away.” My spine straightens as she works her tongue over my cock again and again, lavishing it with her desire to please me. “Fuck, you’re so good at that, beautiful. So fucking good.”

A moan vibrates my cock, and I can’t help but to plunge farther into her mouth, causing her to gag, but she doesn’t stop her movements, as if pleasing me is her only mission. “I bet your pussy is dripping, isn’t it?”

She moans around me, causing me to grunt in need. “I can smell your little pussy coating your thighs like a greedy whore.” My hand moves to cup her cheek, holding her still, then I withdraw my cock before plunging back in. “A beautiful little whore on her knees, sucking her panties from my cock.”

Her tongue thrashes around her mouth and over my cock, faster and faster.

“That’s it, keep licking. Keep sucking them clean while I come in them for you.”

When her grip on my balls tightens, I have no choice but to release my pent-up frustration, so my fingers dig into her soft skin, and I slam inside her mouth.

“Fucking clean them,” I grunt. Again and again, I work my hips while she continues to work me. My balls draw up, my muscles coil, and my body floods with such euphoria black spots distort my vision, and the beautiful girl staring up at me with my cock stuffed in her open mouth takes rope after rope of my cum.

The material surrounding it acts as a barrier to her stretched mouth, and I loathe it. My teeth clamp down, and I shove myself deeper into her throat, determined to make her pay for the obstruction.

Finally, with one more thrust of my hips, I still. “Fuckkk.”

Her tongue continues to work around me, then she sucks as if she’s as desperate to taste me through the fabric as I need her to.

“Beautiful,” I croon, the tone of my voice so foreign I don’t recognize it as my own.