Page 91 of Sins of the Orchid

I licked my lips, feeling breathless. I couldn’t get enough air into my lungs. Santi’s gaze darkened, focused on my face.

“No, but I did my research.” His fist loosened lightly, but I had a feeling he’d leave his hand in my hair and control the blow job I was about to give him. I was fine with it, since his pleasure was the best shot of adrenaline ever. I didn’t stand for being controlled, but when it came to Santi… I was all for giving it up. If he’d order me to strip right now, I would.

I slid backwards to my knees in front of him. His hungry gaze tracked my every move. He lazily stretched out, his legs widening, and my heart thundered in my chest. There was so much turmoil and raw, hot desire, I thought I’d burn out right here.

Our eyes locked. His hooded and hungry gaze burned, telling me he wanted to fuck my mouth.

“Do it,” he demanded, his bossy tone sending shivers down my spine. He looked like a ruthless, demanding lover. Wetness pooled between my thighs with a throbbing ache that was almost unbearable.

As a don, Santi was used to people pleasing him, obeying him. I couldn’t care less about obeying him as a don. But as a lover, I wanted to give him everything.

I unbuttoned his pants, then the zipper followed. The sharp sound loud in the silence of the car, and my heart thundered against my ribcage. I swallowed hard as I pulled his briefs down and wrapped my fingers around his erection. When I did my research, I thought this would feel demeaning, but I was eager to give Santi pleasure, so I was determined to try it. At least once.

But now, seeing the tightness in his shoulders and hunger lurking in his eyes, it felt oddly empowering. His cock was so hard and thick, smooth and warm. The spot between my thighs throbbed with need, and I clenched my legs together. I leaned in and his thighs spread further.

My mouth watered, my stomach tightening as I swiped my tongue out and licked the tip of his cock, tasting his pre-cum, then experimentally licked from the base to the top. A hiss slipped through his lips, and a thrill traveled straight to my core. A hum of satisfaction traveled through my veins, intoxicating and hot. Encouraged by his reaction, I ran my tongue around the head of his cock, taking my time, tasting him. He tasted musky and salty. Addictive.

His fist in my hair tightened to an almost painful grip, but I didn’t give a shit. This empowering feeling was such an adrenaline rush. I flicked my eyes to Santi’s face, who watched me with a half-lidded gaze, an unhinged look in his eyes.

“Suck,” he ordered, his voice hoarse. His free hand rested on the armrest of the backseat, looking like a king getting serviced. In a way, he was.

My eyes locked on him. The tension on his face and body was unparalleled to anything I had ever seen on him before. He was barely hanging on by a thread.

All for me, I thought victoriously, as a warm wave traveled down to my sweet spot.

I obeyed, sucking his hard shaft into my mouth and immediately his head fell back with a loud groan. Encouraged by his reaction, I sucked him again, taking him deeper, gliding up and down. He tasted like sin, his salty taste forever my drug. Both my hands were on his thighs, my nails digging into his muscles.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that, baby,” he groaned, his hand in my hair moving my head, controlling the rhythm. I knew he couldn’t resist taking control. My head bobbed up and down, taking him deeper every time.

“Look at me,” he demanded in a hoarse voice, his grip in my hair tightening further.

My gaze flickered to him, and he pushed himself deeper, hitting the back of my throat. I moaned, relaxing my throat and following his unspoken demand to suck him harder and faster. His noises guttural. His breathing heavy as he watched me with a half-lidded gaze.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he hissed. He pushed himself deeper, hitting the back of my throat again. My eyes watered but seeing him like this sent pleasure fluttering through me. I sucked him harder, taking more of him into my mouth.

My pussy throbbed, the sweet ache tempting me to reach my hand between my legs. But this was for him. For his pleasure, not mine. So, I clenched my thighs together and a hum of satisfaction traveled up my throat. His thrusts became rougher, deeper, but I couldn’t peel my eyes off his face. His jaw ticked, his hooded gaze full of burning desire, threatening to turn us both into ashes.

My breast rubbed against his thighs, the material of my dress stroking my sensitive nipples. I forewent a bra, hoping he’d fuck me in the car. But this was so much better. The friction of the soft material rubbing against my nipples sent sparks of pleasure fluttering through me.

“Stay still,” he said harshly, his fist holding my head immobile. I immediately stilled at his command. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. His unraveling was so hot, I’d thought I’d orgasm just watching him lose control. “Keep that pretty mouth open.”

I dug my fingernails into his thighs, moaning with need, as he lost control. His hips thrust up off the seat, fucking my mouth rough. He held nothing back. His breaths came out heavy. His free hand clenched the backrest of the seat. As he hit the back of my throat harder and deeper, I gagged, but he never stopped.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his expression tightening. I tasted more of his cum, and I eagerly swallowed him. I wanted to see him fall apart. Forme.“Swallow every drop,” he rasped. I hummed my agreement, unable to do anything else, eager to do as he ordered.

Another thrust and he spilled inside my mouth with a masculine groan that sent shivers down my body. I swallowed, again and again, the saltiness of his cum filling me.

His gaze burned hot and lazy, the tension seeping out of his body. He watched me mesmerized as I sucked him clean, eager and greedy, until there wasn’t a drop of cum left.

Sitting back on my knees, our gazes connected as I licked the remains of the salty taste off my lips. A drop of his cum trailed down the side of my lip, and he leaned over, reaching with his free hand, he wiped the cum with his index finger.

“Open, goddess,” he purred. I obeyed and he pushed his finger with his cum into my mouth. Fever-like hotness shot through my bloodstream. I closed my lips around his finger and sucked it clean. “You listen so well,” he murmured his praise and I flushed.

I gently nipped his finger. “Only when I want to.”

He smirked, though the lines of his face were relaxed.

“So, you want to please me?” he drawled, and I nodded, still on my knees. It went against all reason. I’d been taught to lead as the future head of Regalè Fashion. Yet, with Santi, I wanted nothing more than to submit. My love for fashion and our legacy faded in comparison to what I felt for him.