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“No!” I snapped.
“If I have a free hand to hold the phone,” Loïc replied at the same time.
Watching was my thing, not hers. How could she find watching her husband get fucked by another man hot? Women didn't fantasize about that, did they?
Getting watched wasn’t my kink.
But what if she liked watching us?
I yanked my mind back from that precipice, horny enough already without adding another layer of kink to the mountain my libido was threatening to swan dive from.
Loïc gave me another ruthless squeeze and frowned. “How about you can watch him suck my cock again, instead?”
“I’m not going to suck your cock.”
He pulled his hand out of my pants and lifted a brow, his silvery eyes shimmering in the light from my desk lamp. “Are you sure?”
I…
I blinked at him, feeling stupefied, drowning in the depths of his gaze.
No. Absolutely not. I had no interest in sucking his cock again.
“I don’t really know how.” It wasn’t much of a refusal.
“Don’t be silly. You did fine the last time. I assume you’ve gone down on Tarryn at least once?”
“Of course I have!” I found myself replying indignantly.
“It’s the same principal, except everything is easier to get to.” He put a hand on my shoulder and although I resisted for a moment, we both knew I would give in. Slowly, I sank to my knees,dreading what I was about to do. He was still holding my phone in one hand, but with the other, he unbuttoned his dress pants. He took my arm, then slid his fingers to my wrist, and placed my hand on his fly.
“You know what to do.”
I swallowed, face burning. Yeah, it didn’t take a genius to figure out how, but it wasn’t something I fantasized about.
Did anyone fantasize about sucking dick? Did Tarryn?
Silently, I looked up at him, pleading for him to relent, only to find his gaze boring into mine. He had my phone’s camera aimed at me, but I wasn’t sure if Tarryn was watching or if he’d hung up and was just fucking with me. I supposed it didn’t matter. She’d seen me do it before.
Hand shaking, I pulled down his zipper. He let go of my wrist, moving his fingers to my hair. He stroked it back from my face, and I had the surreal sensation of being his pet. A heady warmth suffused me.
This man could get laid anywhere in the world, by almost anyone in existence, but he wanted…me.
I reached into his jeans, into his underwear, and freed his dick. The hardness of his cock felt like a compliment.
He raked his hand through my hair, tightening at the back of my head, making me gasp as heat flooded through me.
“Open.”
When I didn’t immediately comply, he used his grip on my hair to give my head a shake. I parted my lips, and he pushed the head of his cock into my mouth. In all of my years of handling my own, it had never occurred to me how a cock would feel against my tongue. It was velvet over steel, such a cliché, but still accurate. He was hot in my mouth. When we’d been at the hotel, I’d been in too much shock to pay attention to detail, but I was more focused now.
I ran my tongue over the tip, exploring the smooth skin, enjoying the way his grip seemed to tighten involuntarily when I wrapped my lips more tightly around him and sucked. He grunted, and a flash of pleasure ran through me, as though I’d won some kind of award.
I took him deeper, and deeper still, gagging before he got anywhere near the back of my throat.
He chuckled and gave my hair a tug. “Maybe not as easy as it looks?”
I tried again, experimenting, trying to ignore the feeling of not getting enough air when I took him deeper, even though he wasn’t so deep that I couldn’t breathe through my nose. He let me play, watching me as though he enjoyed my fumbling, and wasn’t impatient to get off.
