It struck me then. He’d given me so much pleasure. His mouth, his hands, his impressive cock, all of it in all kinds of ways.
I sat up with one thought in mind. It was time I returned the favor. I looked around and saw that we were in a secludedcorner. None of the windows of the house were in sight. Which meant, if we couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see us.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
He moved to sit up. I leaned over and put my hand on his chest, pushing him back down. He looked down at my hand on his chest and back up at me, still trying to figure it out.
But as I moved one of his legs aside and crawled between them, he got the idea.
“Belle,” he said barely above a whisper.
“Do you want me to stop? Or do you need to be in charge of this, too?”
“No, I believe I’ll let you handle this,” he said, scooting down in his chair.
I reached into his pants and pulled out his already hard dick. I wrapped my hand around it and pumped. His cock was . . . beautiful. Could a cock be beautiful? I had never thought so, but there was something special about his.
I leaned down and licked him.
He muttered something in French as he gripped the arms of his chair.
When I looked up at him, I found him watching me with an intense gaze. And I’ve seen this man give many intense stares, but this one was different. I swirled my tongue around the fat head before sucking more of him into my mouth. He dropped his head back in a groan, and I felt like I’d won the fucking lottery.
I began to work my head and suck him. His hand fisted in my hair, and he began to guide my movement.
I popped off and sat up. “Ah, ah ah, Mr Renault. I’m in charge now.”
His eyebrow shot up, and his lips parted. It was as if he couldn’t figure out what to do. I loved keeping the man who was one step ahead of everyone else on his toes.
“Hands on the armrests.”
I could see the moment he decided to let me be in charge, and he put his hands on the armrests. I took that as my cue to get to work.
I began to stroke him until a small bead of precum glistened at the head of his cock. I leaned down and licked it off as I continued moving my head up and down his length.
Then I added my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the head and sucked while continuing to stroke him.
“Belle, that feels so good,” he grunted as I stroked.
I could get used to the feeling of power that came from making this powerful man putty in my hands. I picked up speed as his groans got louder.
“Fuck, Belle, I’m gonna come.”
He gave me enough time to pull off, but I didn't. I wanted to taste him.
With a loud groan and thrust of his hips, he filled my mouth. I swallowed down what he had to offer.
Then I got up, grabbed my lovely, refreshing pink drink, and looked down at him while I took a sip.
“I hope my work was satisfactory.”
He laughed, and I melted. He pulled me down on top of him and snuggled me close, kissing the top of my head.
He took a deep breath, and we both lay there enjoying each other.
“Ya know, I bet the girls would love to come and have a pool day.”
“Invite them.”
