Page 71 of Curveball

She nodded with the biggest grin on her face. "Duke Preston had me come into the office last week."

I wrapped my hand around the back of her head and pulled her mouth to mine. "I had no idea. He never said anything to me. I'm so fucking proud of you, baby."

Farrah was beaming. "Thanks, I'm pretty proud of myself too. This is huge for me and my business."

Farrah may have told me with words that she didn’t want me to retire and that she was truly in this with me, but her actions were louder.

I heard them loud and clear, and maybe for the first time… I actually believed them.

After the heavy conversation—and killing a bottle of wine—I wanted Farrah in my bed.

Once we got to my room, she took my hand and led me to the chair tucked into the corner. A mirror sat angled beside it, catching the low light. She didn’t say a word—just pushed me down into the seat, her gaze heavy with want.

Not taking her eyes off mine, she lifted her shirt over her head, revealing a dark pink bra that pushed her tits up and made my mouth go fucking dry. Then she slowly peeled her joggers down her legs and, yeah, matching panties.

Fuck me.

I was already hard.

Farrah dropped to her knees, sliding her hands up my thighs until she found the waistband of my shorts. She stripped me out of them, like she’d been waiting all night for permission. My cock sprang free, aching, thick, demanding.

She swirled her tongue around the tip, eyes locked on me the whole time. I fisted her hair and tugged the knot loose. Waves of blonde spilled down her back.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I whispered.

Farrah took me into her mouth, slow and deep, dragging her lips up and down like she was trying to ruin me on purpose. I glanced toward the mirror and realized I had a perfect side view of her on her knees, taking me like she’d been made for it.

A laugh punched out of me, wrecked and breathless. “Look at you, Wildflower. Giving me a second view of you sucking my cock.”

She grinned around me and nodded, eyes glittering.

Then she took me to the back of her throat, and my head dropped against the chair in pure, stupid ecstasy.

“Fuck—”

She picked up the pace, one hand working the base while her mouth did impossible things. My grip tightened in her hair, my thighs tensing, my brain turning into static.

“Farrah… Jesus, baby.”

At some point, she cupped my balls, and I almost blacked out.

“I’m gonna—” I tried to pull her off, tried to get control of myself. She didn’t let me. She doubled down, no mercy, until my body gave up and the orgasm ripped through me hard enough to make my vision blur.

“Farrah, fuck—”

She swallowed, slow and satisfied, like she wanted all of it. Then she sat back on her heels and smiled proudly. I stood up, hauled her to her feet, and tossed her onto my bed. “My turn.”

Truthfully, I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to take my time and show her exactly how much I loved her, but a guy needed a minute after one hell of a blowjob.

I hovered over her and kissed her, deep and hungry. I sucked her bottom lip into my mouth, then slid my tongue inside, taking what she’d just taken from me.

When I pulled back, my grin was rough. “Didn’t realize how badly you wanted my cum down your throat, baby.”

She rolled her eyes and then grabbed the back of my head, dragging me down for another kiss.

I broke it on a groan and started down her body, kissing every curve, her skin soft like velvet beneath my lips.

“You were made for me,” I murmured against her inner thigh.