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You can’t all fuck her.
WILL
But that means some of us can…
I’ll see you all tomorrow night.
Heading back to the living room where I left Abigail, I contemplate who I would most enjoy sharing her with tomorrow night.
And surprisingly, who she would most enjoy being fucked by.
Stepping into the living room, I am surprised to find Abigail no longer on the couch.
“Kitten?” I call out a moment before I hear her heels click on the hardwood floor behind me. Turning to find a glass of water in her hand, I praise her, “Look at you, drinking your water without even being told.”
A faint smile of pride spreads across her face as she finishes the last of it. Taking the water from her, I cross the room. My eyes roam over every inch of her body and retake my seat on the couch. Those black heels, her toned calves, thick thighs, the curves of her hips being hugged by the white silk of her La Perla briefs, and her pert nipples poking against the silk of her matching camisole. But most of all, those green eyes, slightly shrouded by the hair hanging over her face, as she stares back at me.
“On your knees, kitten.” My words slow and gravelly. Without dropping her gaze from mine, she lowers herself to follow my commands. “Crawl to me.”
On all fours, with her eyes locked on mine, she slowly crosses the room. Her delicious ass sways slowly beyond the dipped arch in her back as she makes her way toward me.
“I still have work to finish, but I need to be inside you, kitten. Come wrap those lips of yours around my cock.”
Spreading my knees as she reaches me, she settles herself between my feet and unzips my pants. Her soft hand wraps around my cock, and I can’t stifle my groan. Pulling my cock out, she sweeps her tongue around my tip and slides her lips down my shaft.
Fuck, she feels good.
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
ABIGAIL
Taking Grant into my mouth, I swallow his length. Taking him the way he told me he likes.
“I said I have work to do, kitten.” He gently nudges my head to his thigh and holds my head still. Tenderly rubbing his fingers along my jaw and cheek, he beams down at me with a look of pride. “Hold my cock and be still while I finish up.”
As though I don’t currently have him in my mouth, he grabs his laptop and returns to his work. After a few minutes, I teasingly swirl tongue around his tip.
“I said be still, kitten,” he snarls as his fingers roughly fist my hair. Immediately stilling my tongue, I rest my head back against his thigh and do as he commanded.
He really does just want me to hold him in my mouth.
His fingers linger in my hair as he continues to work, occasionally petting me. It feels like it has been an eternity, my cheeks beginning to hurt from ‘O’ wrapped around his shaft.
“Such a good little pet.” His knuckles drag slowly against my sore jaw. “Patiently waiting for me to take your throat.”
As much as I don’t want them to, his words shoot straight to my pussy.
Just like they always do.
Same as his touch.
I want to hate it. I want to hate him, but the neediness between my thighs continues to betray me time and time again.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you, kitten?” he questions as he closes his laptop and places it beside him on the couch.
Bending forward, his hand slides down my spine and dips beneath the silk of my panties. His fingers gently push against the flared base of the plug he placed inside me this morning, and I can’t help but groan around him in my mouth.
