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“What time is it?”
“Time for me to fuck you,” he teases, turning me around, so we’re spooning.
He doesn’t warn me, entering me whole. I gasp, in pain, again, and thankfully, he moves slow, breathing on my skin which causes me to shiver with delight.
I extend my arm, reaching back and around his head, exposing my chest. His body tenses, followed by a few quick breaths, until he begins to thrust into me again.
“You’re insatiable,” I cry, moaning straight after. “I have to go… I’ll be late for work.”
“You’ll go… when I’m finished.” Refusing to listen, he seizes my breast with his hand, tugging on my nipple with force. “And… I’m not finished.”
“Wesley,” I moan, consciously looking at the time and knowing I only have two hours until I have to meet Emerson at the studio. Also, factoring in that I still have to rush home, shower, and change.
He makes it impossible for me to think about anything else but him, touching every part of me that aches from last night. I know he’s close. Hell, I’m close, and just when I think he will come inside me, and the panic of him not wearing a condom is a cold, harsh reality, he pulls himself out and kneels beside me.
In the daylight, I see all of him—extremely fit torso with tattoos inked across his breastbone. I want to ask him about them, discover the meaning behind the design. But now isn’t the moment, not when the obvious is pointing right at me.
His cock is perfect.
I don’t know if there’s such a thing as a perfect cock, but if there is, I’m staring right at it. Obviously, hard, perfect color, perfect shape, and a perfect size.
My God, Milana, stop obsessing. This is so not you.
With a handful of my long hair, he guides himself into my mouth, moaning each time the tip of his cock passes my lips. He tastes so good, covered in my juices which only arouses me more. He bites hard on his bottom lip before belting out a loud groan as the warm liquid shoots into the back of my throat.
Crap, I’ve never swallowed before.
I have no idea what to do.
Hurry. Think!
He hands me a tissue with a satisfied grin on his face.
So, I take it, mid-swallow.
Shit! Too late.
I’ve just popped my cum-swallowing cherry and by accident too. “I really have to go,” I strain, barely able to speak.
Wesley moves toward my legs, positioning himself in between them. “I’m not finished.”
“But you came. In my mouth…” I softy laugh. “I really need to go.”
He pushes my thighs apart, causing me to yelp, running his tongue around my clit. “I said, I’m not finished.”
My head falls back into the pillow, defeated, but with a massive smile on my face.
When it comes to Wesley Rich, it’s impossible to say no.
***
My fingers cramp as I struggle to capture all the key points Emerson’s telling us.
“There’s Kimmel tomorrow night. Thankfully, local.” She signs a document while talking, handing it over to me. “Interviews lined up with some magazines in New York, which means I need a few outfits for the city since I heard a cold snap is about to hit the East Coast.”
Aurora, Emerson’s stylist, points to her iPad with an enthusiastic smile, her red-framed glasses matching her shade of lipstick. Unlike Sonia, Aurora is great to work with. She has this sense of style, lives and breathes fashion, and is half-Korean like me.
“Burgundy is sooo in right now. I’d love to see you in a burgundy cashmere coat coupled with some black patent boots,” she sings with excitement, hugging her iPad.
