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I ease my cock further inside and it hits the back of her throat. Then, before she can gag, I pull out, stay poised again with my cock at the seam of her lips.
Her shoulders rise and fall, and her pupils dilate. Without breaking the connection of her gaze, she closes her mouth around my dick. She hollows out her cheeks and— "F-u-c-k." —a shudder runs up my spine. I bury my fingers in the back of her head and tug on her hair. She gasps around my cock and my balls harden.
Sweat breaks out on my forehead.
"Jesus-fucking-Christ," I growl, "your mouth is going to be the end of me."
I press forward on the back of her head and my cock slides in. I pull her back, then wrap my fingers around her throat. The next time I push her forward my cock slips down her throat.
"Fucking hell, I can feel my cock glide down your throat, you know that?"
Saliva drools from the corners of her mouth. Her pupils dilate as she grips my thigh to steady herself. I pull her back, then forward, and again. She moans and the vibrations travel up my dick, coil low in my belly. My groin tightens, my balls draw up. "Fuck, I am going to come," and that is a record. I’ve never come this fast. Never. But Sunshine, here, has a hold on me that I can’t explain. Something about her seems to break through my barriers and causes me to lose control. Something I need to be careful about if I want to get through the rest of my mission.
I tighten my hold on her hair, haul her toward me. I empty myself down her throat, and she swallows it down. When I pull out, I stare at her swollen lips. The evidence of my cum and her saliva streaks her chin. I haul her to her feet, then fit my lips to hers.
26
Theresa
I expect the kiss to be hard, possessive, almost punishing. Instead, he presses his lips to mine and holds them there. Softness. Tenderness. He nibbles on my lower lip and my entire body shudders. He cups my cheek as he licks my lips.
"The taste of you and me combined drives me mad," his voice rumbles up his chest. Pinpricks of pleasure set off from the point of contact between my nipples and his hard chest planes. A whine bleeds from my lips and he presses his lips to mine in a hard kiss this time, before he pulls back.
I sway toward him, and he rights me with a grip on my shoulder.
"Okay?" he asks.
I open my mouth, but no sound comes out. Am I okay? No, I am not. I just let him fuck my mouth, and I didn’t try to stop him. Oh, I may have made a few token protests, but face it, I wanted him. Wanted his hands on me, his lips on mine, his breath combining with mine, his tongue inside my mouth, his cock stuffed inside my pussy. My core clenches.
A slow smile curves his lips. "If I touch you, will I find you wet?"
"You know you will," I grumble.
"Good." He pushes the hair off of my face, then straightens the collar of my dress. “Good night, Theresa.” Turning, he ambles up the corridor and turns into his room.
Huh?
I stand there, blinking rapidly, not quite computing what just happened. My pussy spasms and that emptiness in my lower belly beckons. Hell, no. He didn’t just walk away without making me come, did he? He shuts the door behind him. What the hell? I walk toward the door, push it open and step inside. He’s already thrown off his jacket and is about to yank his Henley over his head. As I watch, he pulls it off and tosses it aside, then turns to me, "Do you want something?"
"You…you…left me out there."
He tilts his head.
"I…you…I didn’t…"
"I didn’t get you off?"
I nod.
"I did so twice earlier," he raises a shoulder.
"Argh," I throw up my hands, "that doesn't count, and you know it."
"Too bad, it’s best we keep our distance until the wedding now."
"Excuse me?" I gape as he reaches for his belt. He unhooks it, then the button on the waistband of his pants, then lowers his zipper. Before I can say anything more, he shoves down his pants and kicks them aside. His dick jumps free. Thick and long, it points upward and lays against his lower belly.
What the hell? He's hard again? And of course, he doesn’t wear boxers. I mean, I’ve never seen him wear boxers. Maybe he didn’t buy any boxers? I mean, maybe whoever bought him the other clothes forgot to buy him boxers? Makes it easy for him to whip out his dick with minimal fuss. A chuckle wells up and I swallow it down.
