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Misha looks over at me, his brows still knitted together. But the longer we stare at one another, the smoother his expression becomes.
I like my lips and it has nothing to do with ice cream.
And we both know it.
“Okay, you don’t know what you want to put in your mouth. So either you choose…” He shifts his seat back a little and unzips his pants. “Or I will.”
I stare at the bulge in his crotch and my mouth is watering.
So instead of choosing a flavor of ice cream that will probably only serve to make me nauseous, I reach over, snake my hand down his pants, and cup his balls. His breath hitches, and I want more ofthat. More of him falling apart at my touch.
I pull his cock free and rub it slowly. There’s a moment of tension. Like I’m teetering on the precipice of a decision I can’t take back.
Then I say,Fuck it,and throw myself over the edge.
I lean over the gear shift and slip my mouth around his cock. I take him into the back of my throat and feel his entire body jerk under my tongue.
It’s late, but the sidewalks aren’t yet deserted. I can hear the sounds of chatter as people leave the bar down the street. In the distance, sirens ring out. Headlights flash into the car every ten or so seconds as people drive by.
But none of it makes me stop.
I suck on my husband’s cock as though it’s the last thing I’ll ever do. I throw everything I’ve got into this blowjob because I know, in my heart of hearts, this is the only way I can get close to him right now.
If I want to make him fall in love with me the way Cyrille said, this is my chance. Because there’s no way I can stop caring. It’s not in my DNA. So if I can’t stop caring, my only option is to convince Misha to start.
I’ll have to be patient. I’ll take it as slowly as I need to.
One blowjob at a time.
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MISHA
“Bro, are you even listening?”
I look up and find Konstantin staring at me. That comes as a surprise, because I was so lost in a daydream that I was starting to think I was back in the car with Paige.
There was a point when she was going down on me that I actually started to believe her tongue was magic. I came so violently I thought I might blow off the tip of my cock from the pressure of my orgasm.
But she took all of me without a sound, wiped her mouth daintily, sat back in her seat, and announced, “You know what? I’ll have that mint chocolate chip ice cream now.”
I got her five pints of it.
By the time we returned to the house and I watched her devour an entire pint single-handedly, I was back to being hard as rock.
“You’re really out of it today,” Konstantin accuses, fixing me with a curious stare.
“I’m preoccupied.”
“With what?”
I shake my head. “Nothing.”
He smirks. “Is it the wedding planning or the wife?”
“Have you found any leads about the missing money man?” I ask, ignoring his question.
“Nuh-uh. No way. You’re not gonna change the subject on me,” Konstantin says firmly. “I’ve been talking about the missing money man for the last five minutes. Clearly, none of it has stuck.”
