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She looks down at me and smirks. “Yes, I want it. Please.”
I add more pressure to her clit, and I can feel her body is close to coming. Her breathing is more rapid, and her breasts are rising and falling with each inhale. She bites down on her bottom lip hard to suppress her cries. I add a little more pressure and I feel herself squeeze my fingers so tightly. The selfish asshole in me wants to not let her come as she left me in the early morning when I was not finished with her. But seeing how responsive she is and how hungry she is for me, I let her come.
“Please what?”
She closes her eyes and opens her mouth to whisper, “Please, Diablo, I want it all and I want to come.”
Good little Angel, she remembered. She comes hard on my fingers with her body shaking. I can feel her come drip down on my fingers and wrist. I slowly pull them out and bring them to her mouth.
“Suck,” I command.
She takes my fingers in her mouth, sucks off her wetness, and twirls her tongue around each finger with her eyes locked on mine. Fuck me. I missed her mouth.
“Do you like the way you taste? You see why I am obsessed?”
She nods.
I remove my fingers and I put them into my mouth. “Tastes like sugar.”
I stand up and head for the door. Out of the corner of my eye, I take in the image of Aria sitting in her conference room chair all disheveled. She looks thoroughly fucked. Her breathing is slowing down as she tries to compose herself. I will admit, this is my favorite look on her. Freshly fucked. Looking over my shoulder. “Dinner tomorrow night. And bring your top three picks for the new space, Aria.”
Aria
What in the world just happened? Jameson just admitted what I have been trying to figure out over the last couple of weeks since starting this new job when the bomb was dropped on me that I was married…again. I forgot all about that little white chapel on the way to his apartment. I was so caught up with the thought that I was with the sexiest man I have ever met and who wanted me. He wanted my body and was very vocal about it. I did not want to ruin the night or make him second guess his choice. I had no idea that what we did waslegal. I thought for sure it was some tourist attraction to have people get the full Vegas experience. Well…I sure did that and more.
How is this marriage going to work? The sex is off the charts, but other than that, we know nothing about each other aside from what we do for a living. I am obviously no expert in marriage, seeing as my last one went astray.
Hearing Jameson admit how much he wants this and wants me, makes me think I should give this a try. Feeling his hands on me again, made my whole body break out in goosebumps, and I was instantly wet the moment he turned around when I walked in. But the asshole left soon after I came on his fingers and made me taste myself. Fuck that was hot.
Taking a few moments to gather myself, I fix my skirt and gather the items I brought into this meeting. I head to my office and thank goodness Jordan is not waiting for me in my office because I am not even sure I can formulate a thought after what happened in the conference room. I shut and lock my door. I lean against it and close my eyes. Opening them slowly, I see there is the most beautiful bouquet of flowers on my desk. They must have been delivered while I was in my meeting––the middle of my epic orgasm. The flowers are white and pink peonies and some vibrant greenery with them. I see the card sticking out.
To My Beautiful Wife,
I can still taste you.
XO Your Favorite Husband,
Jameson
How did he know my favorite flowers? Not even Greg knew what they were, and we were married for seven years. Turning over the card, I see he left me his number. Shit, now I need three places to show him by tomorrow evening. Sure, I can do this in roughly twenty-four hours. I can. Right?
Fourteen
jameson
ThelookonAria’sface when I told her that I knew we were married and that I was her client made my dick hard instantly. Fuck. I was hard the moment she opened her mouth as she entered the conference room. I wanted to bend her over that desk and fuck her hard but deny her orgasm as her punishment for leaving me without letting me bury my head between her thick delicious thighs first. That should have been her punishment, but I wanted to see her come again, hear her come again…by me. Little does she know, I plan on making this marriage work, and I do not want to end it. She makes me want to be better, and I have never met a woman who makes me feel the way that she does.
I am staring out the window of the restaurant that overlooks the whole city, and I smile to myself, thinking back to when I ate Aria’s sweet pussy against my apartment window in Vegas. The way her body reacted to my touch and how she listened when I told her to come. It was fucking beautiful, and tonight I will be doing much, much more.
Keeping my eyes on the window, I see her walking up to the table. I lick my bottom lip and bite it hard. Fuck me. She looks so goddamn sexy. The thigh-high, black heel boots, with a tight-fitting red dress that has a small slit on the side to emphasize her creamy legs, makes me want to spread her open wide on this very table with my head between thighs crying out my name. The dress she is wearing is low cut, showcasing her lickable breasts that I love so much, especially when they are bouncing in my face while she is riding me. I notice that the dress has buttons running down the front. Smirking to myself, I know how easy it is going to be to rip this dress off her body tonight.
Turning around to face her, I stand. “Angel, you look stunning.”
Her cheeks blush slightly. “Thank you.”
I lean into her and whisper in her ear, “Before you got here, I was looking out this window and all I could think about was how I pressed you against mine as I feasted on your sweet pussy while you screamed my name.” I kiss her neck. “I plan on doing it again, wife of mine.”
Aria’s breath hitches at my confession. I pull out her chair for her to sit. I then sit down across from her. I raise my brow at the folders she placed on the table. She wastes no time at getting to the point of why I asked her here. I don’t give a shit where the shop is, I know she will pick what she thinks is best.
