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“Careful,” I warn, one hand cupping her jaw. “I might have to take your pussy sooner than I thought.”
She wags a finger at me and I laugh. Her hot mouth moving over to my cock as she takes me all the way down her throat. I close my eyes as she sucks me hard and deeper. The slow torture is making me want to draw this out, but also blow my load at the same time.
“That feels so good,” I tell her. “So fucking perfect, my good girl.”
Fisting my cock, she starts to work harder. Savoring every single suck, I start to move my hips, my hand reaching into her hair. I love how her tits sway when she moves. How innocent she looks but devious at the same time.
“I’m going to blow down your throat, then your smart mouth, then those tits,” I tell her. “Do you want to be my good girl, Miss. Anderson?”
She nods, making a muffled sound as I move faster. I fuck her face and she moans against me, the soft hum making my balls tight until I’m coming undone, spurting my cum down her throat as I still.
I grab my dick and paint her mouth, then her tits as promised. The sight of her still with her tongue out, catching my cum like she’s catching fucking raindrops, has my heart exploding. I cry out, my orgasm violent as I unleash all over her. When I’m done I sit back in my seat, panting.
She grins up at me and I shake my head, my heart hammering in my chest. She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“Bedroom,” I grunt. “Now.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Imogen
It’s been meeting after meeting. Being in Paris though, it’s like a dream come true.
I’m also not entirely sure how Doris does it. Khristian reels things off to me like I should know what he’s going on about. I just jot everything down and make notes so I can deal with it later.
So far, it’s been amazing.
I had Khristian all to myself last night and all today until Morgan and Johans get here. Our suites are interconnecting, as luck would have it.
The first night, Khristian took me to eat at the Eiffel Tower. It was so romantic and beautiful that I cried. I’m such a damn sap. He held me in his arms and when I told him I wasn’t sad, I was happy, something came over him and I wasn’t sure if I’d gone a step too far.
I don’t want to be that girl. But I know I’m falling for him. I knew it when Ariana pointed it out.
He’s so rough, controlling and unpredictable as a CEO and a Dom called Mr. Petrov, but also so gentle, calming and patient as Khristian.
I don’t know which I prefer, because they’re both amazing, but I also know I can’t hold this in any longer. This is all a whirlwind, something I’ve reminded myself over and over.
But something tells me that Khristian feels it too. I can tell by how he looks at me, not only possessively but with awe in his eyes.
Sure, he has been the CEO tenfold in all the meetings we’ve attended. He’s so strong and smart, exuding power and control in all that he does. But I get to spend time in private with him. He’s different there.
I found myself staring at him in awe. The only trouble is, I’m not the only one.
Khristian has women fawning over him wherever he goes. I don’t like it, but I can’t act like I’m jealous. For one, he won’t like that. He’s told me many times he likes confident women. He’s done nothing to make me feel insecure. He’s laid it out on the table, what we are. I just don’t know where we’re going. That’s the hard part.
In between meetings, I text Doris to make sure she’s okay. She’s been asking me how I’m doing and if I’ve stabbed Khristian yet.
Me
I’m just glad Stan is okay. That’s the main thing
Doris
Note to self: heartburn symptoms can be mistaken as a heart attack. Damn fool. I told him to watch his blood pressure while I was gone
I try not to laugh at the fact she missed out on Paris because of her husband's heartburn.
Me
