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She smirks and resumes her grinding on me as her hand caresses my neck, stroking it to the rhythm of her hips over my hard length. I need to take these pants off and get inside her, but the feel of her movement is too good to pull her off me just yet.
“I’m going to come, Bren,” she pants.
“No. Wait. I want to feel you when you come—”
She shakes her head. “No. It’s too late,” she says in a breathy voice as her pace quickens. Her body shudders and tightens over me, and I clench my jaw with anger at missing the feel of her clenching around my dick.
“You are in so much trouble,” I say.
“No,” she counters. “You are in so much trouble.”
I blink up at her. “What? What did I do?”
She smirks down at me as she works my belt buckle. She slides down my body until her knees reach the floor. She unzips my pants and frees my cock from my slacks and underwear. Her eyes widen, and the sight of her face so close to my dick earns her a twitch.
She kisses the shaft gently, and I drop my head to the sofa’s backrest, drawing my eyes closed. “You’re in so much trouble,” she purrs and licks my shaft from root to tip while she massages my balls with one hand.
“Fuck,” I growl and snap my head back so I can look at her while she works. Her lips latch onto the head, and she sucks. Hard. Once. Then she lets me fall out of her mouth. “No!” I snap. She smiles innocently up at me and wraps her hand around my shaft, pumping, but the loss of her mouth is almost painful. As she pumps with her hand, she licks the head once. This woman is torturing me. She is fucking torturing me.
“Sofia,” I snap. “Stop teasing me.”
“What do you want, Bren?”
“You need to suck my cock, and you need to do it now.”
“What are you willing to do for it?” she asks, still in that fake little innocent voice that is so out of place coming from her filthy mouth.
“Anything you want. Just please.” I buck my hips upward, hoping she’ll take me back in her mouth, but she doesn’t.
“Let’s see,” she says and gives the tip of my dick one quick little suck before looking up at me again. She is driving me insane. “I want you to stop overstepping,” she says finally, while she has me literally by the balls.
“What?” I can’t think straight. What is she talking about?
“You need to stop assuming I can drop everything at the drop of a hat for you. And you don’t get to buy things I have no part in selecting.”
“What are you talking about?” I hiss, desperate and wild now.
“The stylists?” She arches an eyebrow.
Fuck. This woman is mad. She is fucking furious, and I’m in for it now. She has me where she wants me—balls in hand. This is coercion! How dare she? But I am her slave, and she knows it.
“I’ll never overstep again. I swear! Now, for fuck’s sake, will you just suck my dick?”
The innocence wipes away from her face and is replaced by a dark smirk. She has me where she wants—how she wants. She brings me into her mouth once again, but this time she sucks harder and brings me in deeper and deeper until I can feel the back of her throat relaxing and opening up for me.
She massages my balls again, and I almost lose it. “Sofia, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you have to stop now,” I say, but it comes out weak.
Her response is to suck harder, and my every muscle tightens. I look down at her disheveled state, the torn sheer blouse, the red lipstick smeared across her face—and my cock. It is such a sensual yet dirty look on her, it feels like I have defiled her, and she loves it. Just one look at her like that, and I explode in her mouth.
She gulps down every last drop of me as I come the hardest I’ve ever come in my life. When she lets me out of her mouth, I dust her bottom lip with my thumb, in awe of her mouth, of her beauty, and her dominating sexiness.
“That was really mean,” I whisper as she looks up at me through her thick lashes from her spot on the floor.
“Was it?” she asks in a honeyed voice.
“It was.”
“But did you learn anything?”
