Page 98 of Reluctantly Yours

“Speaking of trouble, those hands of yours don’t exactly play fair, so keep them to yourself right now.”

I do as I’m told, while Chloe reaches forward and unbuckles my belt. Those soft pink fingernails work their magic on my button and zipper, then she’s yanking down my boxer briefs and releasing my rigid length.

She wraps a hand around me, and her eyes go wide when she can’t connect her fingers to her thumb. Me, I’m in fucking heaven watching this fantasy unfold.

“I guess that’s why your hands are so big. It would be hard to jerk off with small hands.”

I rock into her touch. “I like seeing your hands wrapped around me. They’re perfect,” I grind out. The contact with her soft, warm hand is undoing me quickly.

I continue to watch her examining my dick. It has to be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I think if there wasn’t a time constriction, Chloe would spend hours getting acquainted, stroking and playing, tracing every vein with her polished finger before teasing me by tracing them with the tip of her tongue.

After another minute of exploration, Chloe’s mouth closes around my head. The warmth, the wetness, fuck, the swirl of her tongue.

My exhale comes out ragged.

Maybe it’s because Chloe charging into my office demanding to give me a blow job was completely unexpected, or because I’ve been anticipating this moment all week, but one lick of her tongue and I’m a fucking goner.

My eyelids close. The amount of pleasure that builds from a single swipe of her tongue is confounding.

She takes more of me in, then wraps her hands around the base to fist the length she can’t fit in her mouth. Against the mounting pleasure, I force my eyes open to see the reality of what I’ve been fantasizing about, Chloe’s lush, red lips wrapped around my cock. Her cheeks are hollowed out as she sucks me farther back into her throat. She peers up at me from under her long lashes, those blue eyes filled with lust and satisfaction and wonder.

Of course, it was going to be good. How can it not be? Watching the woman you’re crazy about find pleasure in making you feel good.

She’s found a rhythm and it’s driving me insane. My balls draw up tight.

“Chloe, I’m going to come.”

She hums against me, somehow managing to pull me in farther.

Fuck. The sensation is too much.

With Chloe’s eyes on me, I spill my pleasure down the back of her throat. A moment later, I withdraw from her mouth. Her lipstick perfectly in place, no one will ever be able to tell she had my cock in her mouth. That lipstick company should be commended.

I reach for her, pulling her up and onto my lap. I want to touch Chloe. My fingers ache to slide under her skirt and feel how wet she is. How much sucking me off turns her on.

She steadies herself with one hand on my shoulder while the other hand wipes the corners of her mouth.

“Not too bad, huh? Even with my small hands.” She laughs, and I can hear her nerves returning.

I shake my head. “I’m going to get nothing done the rest of the day. All I’ll be able to think about is how fucking good it feels with your perfect mouth wrapped around me.”

My hands move to her thighs, gliding along the smooth skin there before disappearing under the hem of her skirt. I grip her hips and press her against my still hard cock.

Chloe gasps but still manages to squeak out words.

“I should go,” she says, shifting to move off me, but I hold her hips in place, loving the feel of her hot pussy against my erection.

I lean forward and press my lips to her jaw.

“You’re not going anywhere until you come.”

“That’s not how it works,” she protests. “I put it on my list.”

“Fuck your list. I need to feel you. How wet you are right now. How much you liked having my cock in your mouth.”

I rock into her center again and she moans. My smile is wicked. I know I’ve won.

I don’t give her a chance to protest again. My fingers dive underneath her panties and I’m greeted by Chloe’s swollen, wet pussy. She rocks her hips again, this time two fingers slide inside her, filling her up.