“The whole thing?” She looked nervous, and my arousal ticked up a notch.
“All of it. As deep as it’ll go. All the way to the back of your throat.”
She did as I said, taking me far deeper than I would have expected. Frissons of electricity were shooting into my toes, and I started to thrust back and forth, keeping it slow at first so she could get used to it. When she moaned, I could feel the vibrations in my cock.
“You like that?” I asked her, palming the back of her head. “You like feeling my cock against the back of your throat?”
“Mmm-hmm,” she moaned again.
“Good. You’re gonna get some more, then.”
I tightened my grip on the back of her head, guiding her hot, wet mouth up and down my cock, plunging deeper into her throat. She did exactly as I directed, fucking me with her mouth, her hand following the movement.
Knowing I was her first blowjob, despite her inexperience, had me getting close much faster than I would have expected, but I didn’t want to come in her mouth. Not yet.
“Stop,” I ordered her.
She pulled back, gasping for breath, her lips wet and swollen, her blue eyes wide as she looked up at me. I nearly came from the sight alone.
Thankfully, we had pulled up in front of the condo. I quickly zipped up and tucked my shirt back in.
“Go inside,” I said, and Tori nodded before scrambling out of the car.
I paid the driver and then followed her in, avoiding her eyes in the elevator. Once we were back in the apartment, the door closed and locked behind us, I grabbed her roughly and shoved her against the entry table.
“You like my cock in your mouth?” I demanded, my hand in her hair, forcing her head back.
“Yes,” she gasped as I worked my other hand up her dress, finding the crotch of her panties were already soaking wet.
I hooked my finger around the lace between her legs and gave a sharp tug, letting them slide to the floor at her feet.
“Now go to the couch and bend over it,” I ordered. “Ass up.”
I watched her walk to the sofa and bend over one of the arms, her hands holding tight to the cushion as I shoved her dress up over that peach of an ass. Then I dropped my pants to the floor and slid hard into her, pumping back and forth like a piston in hot oil. There was nothing gentle about it.
She cried out breathlessly, from surprise or pleasure I didn’t know—but I didn’t care. I was furious that I had allowed myself to get so distracted by her. To feel things for her. I wanted to fuck that emotion out of the equation. Wanted to fuck her until I remembered myself.
Because all of this was her fault. I reminded myself of that with each thrust. This whole thing was her fault. Her. Fault. Her. Fault.
Tori’s moans pitched higher with each brutal thrust, but she pushed her ass back against me, spreading her legs wider, so I knew she was enjoying it. I knew she wanted it.
That only made me angrier. I wanted to punish her for making me feel this way.
I gripped her hips hard and moved faster, pounding into her over and over again. I hadn’t even kissed her. I wasn’t going to. I was going to fuck her until both of us remembered that this was nothing more than a marriage of convenience. That what we had between us was money and an arrangement and sex.
That was it.
If she expected anything more, that was her fault. Her. Fault. And she deserved to be punished for it.
“This pussy is mine,” I told her as I fucked her harder, my skin buzzing, my adrenaline rushing. “Mine. All mine.”
She let out a gasp and I felt her come, her pussy clenching tight as a glove around my cock. That was all it took, and I was coming right along with her, pulling her head back by her hair and reaching around to grab her breast.
“Oh my god,” she panted, the contractions still squeezing inside her.
As soon as the aftershocks were gone, I pulled out and left the room, abandoning her while she was still bent over the couch.
I told myself it didn’t matter. Her feelings didn’t matter. I couldn’t let her get under my skin. I had to stay focused. I wasn’t going to let a hot piece of ass get in the way of what I had worked for years to achieve.
Letting Tori distract me was the last thing I should be doing.
