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Her hand slips inside of my pants, gripping me and stroking it up and down slowly. Beads of precome disappear under her thumb, and I close my eyes, leaning back into the couch to let her do what she wants to me.
The tightness of her hand is soon followed by the wetness of her mouth, which makes me open my eyes to see her on her knees in front of me. She’s moving her mouth up and down, with her eyes focusing on me. My entire core tightens as she takes me into her mouth, using her tongue to swipe around the tip.
“Fuck me,” I pant out breathlessly as she continues to work her mouth up and down my shaft with my climax coming soon. I can’t help but move my hips like she’s sitting on top of me. I want to bury myself in her walls now, but her focus seems intent on making me come in her mouth.
My breathing is ragged. My body is desperate for release. I can’t stop the sounds coming out of me as she brings me over that edge of pleasure.
“I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep going.”
She smirks before taking me out of her mouth, the loud pop echoing around my living room. “I want you to come in my mouth, Daddy.”
“Keep talking like that and I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.”
“You promise?”
Tease.
“Open up and let Daddy fuck this pretty ass face.” I hold her chin, bringing her up for a kiss before pushing her back on her knees and shoving my cock into her mouth until it hits the back of her throat. She gags and a single tear falls from her eye. I can’t help myself.
“Keep your top lip over your teeth and your tongue flat against the bottom. Breathe through your nose and suck me off.”
Her groans of pleasure make me want to reach between her legs to check for wetness. Instead, I put my hands to use in her hair, guiding her face with increasing speed until I’m fucking her mouth like I fucked that tender little sex last night.
When I’m ready to come, I grab her and pull her all the way down, spilling my release down her throat. My pulse races as I pull myself from her mouth and offer her some of my beer to wash it down.
She takes a swig and ends up finishing the bottle.
“Shit, I’m contributing to the delinquency of a minor again.”
“Shut up.” She shoves me as she plops down on the sofa next to me. “I’ve been drinking since I was 16.”
“What does a 16 year old girl have to drink about?”
“I hated where I was living. I had to take care of a bunch of little kids in my foster family, and it sucked. When our foster mother brought some loser home, I left. Haven’t looked back. I’ve been taking care of myself ever since.”
“That explains a lot. Dual degree and you’re far more mature than any other -” I stop talking and think about it before rephrasing, telling her, “I was going to say than other 20-year-olds I know, but you’re the only one.”
“Good, I like it that way. How do you feel about us just having sex to keep having sex? I mean once you fire Tracy, you won’t really need me anymore.”
“I still need an assistant,” I tell her.
“I’ll help out until you hire a new one.”
“I still can’t believe Tracy is stealing from me. I need to see for myself. Come on.” I stand up and help her to her feet.
Confusion settles across her face, those hazel eyes questioning me. “I need a shower, and you said we can do it tomorrow.”
“You spoke to Tracy today?”
Denise nods. “Well, more like she yelled at me. She told me to essentially stay in my place and not to annoy her clients by calling them and asking them questions. So I pulled her sales records for the past two years and questioned as many as I could get a hold of.”
“You’re like a dog with a bone. Just won’t let shit go. Thank you for working so hard on this, Denise. I’m going to get myself together and head back to the office. If she spoke to you today and then realized you pulled her sales records, she’s probably there destroying any evidence of wrongdoing. We have to go.”
I can tell that Denise doesn’t feel like heading back to work so late, but I need her to point out the accounting stuff to me. It needs to make sense when I call up my lawyers and the police.
By the time we get back to the office, the night guard at the desk raises an eyebrow. “There a conference going on here or something, boss?”
“No, why?” My anxiety spikes just before my adrenaline.
