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Chapter Thirty-Six:
Three Million Reasons to Cry
I knew he’d be homeany second, and the anticipation of it had my heart pounding in my chest as I kneeled near the front door. I was in red lace lingerie, a gift Sterling brought home for me the day before, and I was too damn excited for him to see me in it. I looked fucking good; and here on my knees, head bowed for him after a long day ... I knew he’d never be able to resist me.
When the door opened, I refused to look up, needing him to know we were already in a scene and I was completely at his mercy.
“Eleven minutes,” he said quietly, running his fingers down my cheek to cup my chin. “That’s how long I lasted during that meeting once I checked the camera and saw you on your knees. Eleven minutes.”
The side of my lip turned up as I met his gaze. “I missed you, Sir.”
“Did you? Prove it, sweetheart. Show me.” He dropped his hand and slowly took his belt off, and a shiver ran down my spine as he undid his zipper.
My mouth salivated in anticipation, making me lick my lips hungrily the second his glorious cock was on display. I leaned in to suck the tip, never taking my eyes off of him as I swirled my tongue to taste his precome.
“Fuck. I’m so obsessed with your pussy that sometimes I forget all the pretty things that bratty mouth can do,” he whispered. “Did you know I’d be watching you?”
I tapped his thigh twice for no. I didn’t know, but I damn sure hoped. I slid him a little deeper, humming around his perfect length as he touched the back of my tongue.
“I’m always watching, sweetheart. Can’t take my eyes off you.”
Hearing that had my eyes fluttering closed as he placed a heavy hand on my head to guide me. He didn’t fully take control, it was obvious he wanted to give me a chance to show him what said bratty little mouth could do, so I clasped my hands behind my back and sucked him like my life depended on it. He didn’t last long after that, within ten minutes his hand was fisting in my hair and he was slowly taking more and more control by the second. Or rather, he was losing control to his natural, primal urges. I loved this, loved watching the businessman slip away to the true beast that lied under the surface, the beast that needed release so badly he’d fuck any hole just to get it. The gagging noises sounded far away, not like they were my own as I floated in that blissful subspace I now craved.
I was his, and that singular fact made the tears streaming down my cheeks, the drool dripping down my chin, the pain in my throat and the screaming in my chest worth it. It was messy, it was imperfect, it was rough — but god, it was good. He was good, and I was his.
He came so hard it may as well have been in my lungs because I hardly tasted him, he was so deep in my throat I could feel the pulse of his release in my esophagus, and the lack of air had my body slumping against him.
If I were to ever die on a cock, that would be how.
“Up,” he hissed, hauling me to my feet and bending me over the back of the couch. That brand new red lace ripped as he tore my panties and bent me a little further to slide two fingers into me, then tugged my head back by my hair with his other hand. “Look at the camera, sweetheart. I want you to watch this later. Want you to watch yourself come for me.”
“Oh, fuck!” I gasped, staring at that plant like it wore Sterling’s face. Just knowing he watched me on it had me dripping onto those thick fingers and clenching hard.
“Do you know how important that meeting was? I should’ve been paying attention, and instead I was fighting a fucking erection as I watched you on your knees.” He twisted his fingers, spreading them then bringing them together to drive them deeper, faster. “How long would you have stayed there if I wouldn’t have come home early? Twenty minutes? An hour?”
“As lo—”
He clamped his hand over my mouth and sucked my earlobe. “Rhetorical, Zeppelin. I know you’d have waited forever. You’re my good girl. Now be my good girl again and come for me. Let me have it.”
I moaned behind his hand, gripping the couch cushions hard as I stopped fighting it and gave him what he wanted. The release felt incredible, knowing he’d make good and make me watch this back later felt even better, and seeing him suck his fingers clean as our doorbell rang was the icing on the fucking cake.
“Kylie!” I rushed out. “Fuck, she’s early!”
Sterling kissed me, holding my chin as he licked into my mouth so I could taste myself. “Go change. I’ll greet her.”
I took the stairs two at a time, washing up as quickly as I could when I got there. Ky and I never had secrets when it came to sex and hookups, but I didn’t want her to see me with come on my face. That was a line I didn’t want to cross. When I was finally dressed with my teeth brushed I made my way down, eyes dropping to the ripped lace panties laying right next to the couch. Smooth. “Hey, Ky!” I hugged her tightly. “So you met Sterling.”
“I did, and your weird dog.” She nodded to where Carl was halfheartedly chasing his tail and then laughed when he gave up and laid down. “That dog is a mood. A whole mood.”
Sterling nonchalantly kicked those panties under the couch on his way by. “Do you want a drink, Kylie? Water, coffee, something stronger? It must’ve been a long drive.”
“Water is fine,” she watched him go and then turned to me with a smile, and I could tell she knew what we were doing.
“Hot, right?” I played it off, plopping down the couch with a sated sigh. “I’m a fucking lucky woman.”
“You promised me a brother, just remember that,” she teased. “How’s his dad doing?”
I chuckled. “I didn’t promise. Ollie’s ... picky. And Charlie is doing great actually. The rehab he’s staying at treats him great too. Tell me about you, how are things back there?”
