Page 68 of Fate In Fiction

In two days, Josie and I will be on a jet to Miami. No one will know Josie while I’m at the conference. This could be an opportunity for her to let loose a little and test some flirty waters with other guys, instead of potentially gaining more with me. I don’t want to break anyone’s heart, and if we continue all of this touchy-feely intimacy beyond the public eye, it’s bound to have for her falling for me. I want to be inside her again, which isn’t something I do after scratching the itch with a woman. Shaking my head, I return to a slew of spreadsheets, able to leave by seven, thanks to Adrianna for keeping me on track.

Finishing up my day, I make it home an hour later than expected, but Josie’s home-cooked meal still tastes phenomenal. I take it easy on myself and focus on me time. Spending an hour at the gym, I finally head back up to the suite to find Josie half hanging off her chair bed with a book in hand. Her eyes are closed and she’s breathing peacefully. Turning down the covers in my room, I scoop her into arms. She seems so delicate until her body craves an orgasm and a vixen side surfaces to take over.

A click of a door and the sliding of a drawer awakens me. Forcing an eye open, my alarm clock nears two in the morning as fumbling in the kitchen continues. Sliding myself out of bed, I make the short distance down the hallway and spot Josie. In a tank top and panties, she’s bent over the counter as the dim stove light accents her curves. She’s paying more attention to whatever is in her dish to notice me. The typical male side of me wants to slap her plump, smackable ass, but the gentleman side scolds my thought. The sight alone is enough to harden my cock, and resisting her is getting more difficult each damn day.

“Did you order room service?” She jolts, turning around as I speak.

“No, you slept through the electric mixer as I made chocolate mousse from scratch.” Her smirk is full of attitude as she takes another bite. Slowly, the spoon slides out of her mouth, pulling her bottom lip along with it.

“Josie, you better not have answered the door wearing that.” I take a step closer as she holds out the cup of chocolate mousse.

“I didn’t have cash on hand for a tip, so this sufficed,” she says, delivering a playful wink.

“That better be a lie.” My arms cross over my chest as I fight the urge to leave a handprint on her panty-clad ass.

“The lack of your dick thrusting into my pussy the past week has seriously done a number on how well I sleep.” Josie stands, turning to face me, and runs a finger down my bare chest.

Damn, for someone who just lost her virginity, she’s a master at seduction.

“You’ve slept fine your entire life without help from me.” I dip my finger in the mousse and bring it to her lips.

This time, holding eye contact, her lips close around my finger. Her soft tongue slides up the length as she sucks. Fuck. Me. Gripping her hips, I lift her onto the counter as her legs wrap around me.

“You taste good.” Her pupils dilate, and I debate my next move.

“So do you.” My hand meets her throat as I begin to lay her on the counter. Her elbows stop the descent as she shakes her head, and I let go. Then she hops off the counter, and I take a step back, giving her space. She reaches for the mousse before wrapping her arms around my neck as my throbbing cock presses into her stomach.

“Hmm,” she hums just as our lips brush. “Education is important, isn’t it?” I can’t find the words and swallow as her empty hand feathers down the grooves of my abs, then moves to the side at the last second to purposely avoid my cock. “I wanna be a star student.” Her hand rests on my hip before her body drops to her knees.

“What are you doing?” I strain as her fingers hook into the waistband of my underwear, and she slides the material down. My cock bounces freely in front of her.

“You’re a smart man,” Josie purrs before dipping her finger into the mousse and painting the underside of my cock with it.

“Josie.”

“Emmett.” Her voice is a whispered husk, ingraining us into something deeper as it burns into my brain for eternity. “Teach me.” Devilish eyes emerge through her innocent face, and I damn near lose all control as a wicked grin tugs on her lips.

“As if you haven’t read about this before.”

“The chocolate mousse is my personal touch.” She drags her tongue up my length as her nails scratch over my ass, pulling a groan from my chest. Falling forward at the sensation, my hands grip the countertop for support. Watching her lips kiss the tip of my cock and moan already has me on the brink of embarrassing myself. Pulling back, she gathers her hair and ties it back. Yeah, my fist will definitely be wrapping around that soon.

“Fuck, you’ve got me so hard for you, Josie.” She takes the tip of my cock in her mouth and hums in approval, meeting my eyes. She’s taking her time and there’s something so erotic about watching the innocence be shed. “This very well might be my favorite look.” She gazes up with hooded eyes and her angelic face morphs into a confident, sexy goddess. With one hand, I pull the straps of her tank top over her shoulders, and she catches on, popping her perky little tits out.

“I think this look is missing your favorite accessory.” A gag sounds through the silence as I near the back of her throat. Josie pauses, swallowing around me, and gags again. Pulling back with watering eyes, she looks up at me. Inaudible, my mouth hangs open as my head bows down to her. Her chest inflates, and as she goes to take me again, my fist squeezes my cock so she can’t pull me all the way in. Her lips slide up and down as her tongue swirls around the head of my cock. The way she continues to try to please me and doesn’t shy away leaves me in awe. Finding her rhythm, her hand lifts to replace mine as she works my length. My size is too much for any woman’s mouth to fully consume, so the fact she keeps going back for more has me shocked and even more turned on. My abs clench when her hand lowers to roll my balls in her palm as she suctions kisses up to the tip. Josie might be the one on her knees, but I’m the one submitting.

“Jesus, little darlin’,” I hiss as my hips buck forward. Abandoning my desperate cock, her lips trail up my thigh and over my hip. “Josie, please.” My voice strains at feeling her warm breath hit my wet cock. Hazel eyes meet mine as she licks from the base up, causing my length to bob on its own.

“That’s cute.” She giggles and blows air onto it again to watch it twitch.

“Oh, God,” I breathe.

“It’s Josie,” she whispers against the tip. “That’s who is on their knees for you.” Biting my lip as my knuckles turn white on the counter, I dip my finger into the mousse and add more to my cock.

“Suck,” I growl as she remains unphased, and her eyebrow quirks in challenge. “I’ll remember this when I have you at my mercy.” Out of all the blow jobs I’ve received, this is proving to be the most memorable one yet.

“Ask politely.” The tip of her tongue is firm as it drags up my cock, and her fingertips feather up and down my length as she waits for my response.

“Tease me again and see what happens.” Josie slides the head of my cock between her lips, holding it in place. “Suck my cock and please me, little darlin’.” She hums in approval, pinching her nipple, before traveling her fingers into her panties. Her breathless exhale over my cock as she rubs herself goes to set me over the edge, but I want to be inside her this time when I finish.