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“Fuck. My. Face,” I demand through a pant. “Please.”
Oh, he likes that. Pulling on my hair so tight that it burns, he thrusts back into my mouth, pushing right past the back of my throat with ease.
My eyes roll and he starts to pump his hips, using my throat like a fleshlight to get himself off. In almost every aspect of life, I want to be cherished. I love being held close, being told pretty words, and feeling loved.
But when I’m on my knees? I want to feel like my throat is all a man wants from me; I want to show him why no one else can make him feel the way I can.
Anthony’s thrusts are hard and purposeful, pushing past my lips with such a consuming force. I keep my lips as tight around him as I can while still covering my teeth, no way will I accidentally bite him.
He’s starting to tremble, though, and I know he’s getting close. He doesn't want to come so early, probably trying so hard to savor this moment. Holding back isn’t really an opinion when my mouth is on you.
Practically chanting for him to spill his cum right down my throat, I start to moan, the added vibration like a shock straight to his balls.
“Fucking hell, baby,” he shudders. “You gonna drink me, huh? You want my cum?”
I nod rapidly, massaging his balls to make it happen faster. My eyes prick with tears and he nearly fucking shouts, groaning so loud I can feel it in my gut. My dick pulses all on its own and I can’t stop it, coming without even stroking myself.
My face turns bright red as he sees what I’ve done, but he loves it. His cock spasms, the head throbbing as he releases his load. I swallow repeatedly, refusing to let a single drop go to waste. He’s slightly salty but hardly any of his taste stays long, pouring down my throat like a warm drink of tea.
Hips shaking, he fucks himself through it, using my swallowing to milk the last of his cum straight out of him. When he stops, his dark eyes are still pooling with lust.
“Did you just come untouched?”
Softened now, his dick slips from my lips and I gulp, nodding. “Surprised myself too,” I admit. “It was just so hot…”
“Hell yeah it was,” he agrees, lifting me to my feet by my armpits. “I want to take you out.”
“R-right now?”
He chuckles, kissing my nose. “How about tomorrow? It’s late, and you should get some rest.”
“Tomorrow works,” I say breathlessly.
“I can’t wait.” He grins, pecking my lips with his. “There’s so much I want to know about you, Milo Cove.”
I’ll tell him anything.
After a few more minutes of kissing and soft touches, we both get dressed and Anthony reluctantly leaves. I’d ask him to stay, but sounding clingy as fuck is not how I want to come off. He’s going to pick me up for dinner tomorrow, and I can manage to wait that long.
He’s worth it.
Chapter 7
Milo
Three Weeks Later
Anthony is cooking dinner for us in my apartment tonight. It’s our eleventh date in three weeks, and he’s finally showing me the cooking skills he told me about. Oh yeah, my hot older man? He cooks. Talk about a catch.
He also, from what I’ve learned, has waaay more money than me. Like, he’s a millionaire. He bluntly told me as much when I complained that he never lets me pitch in for our dates, no matter how fancy of a place he takes me to. The man will spend hundreds of dollars like it’s pocket change.
And just last week, he popped into my Live Stream to send over five thousand dollars worth of gifts! My viewers went freaking bananas for it and I was on the trending charts the entire night because of it, but I couldn’t believe it.
I protested, of course, telling him that he spoils me too much but he was hearing none of it. He threatened to double it next time if I didn’t stop bringing it up and told me that my company was more than enough to repay him.
So basically, I’ve hit the fucking jackpot. Anthony Smoke is thirty-four years old, an Aquarius millionaire, and a six-foot-four adoring amateur chef who can also fix literally anything that’s broken. And he wants to date me. Me and only me.
“Are you sure I can’t help with anything?” I ask, watching him as he butterflies some jumbo shrimp. He’s cooking with his shirt off, courtesy of my request for a view.
