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“But your place…” She begins.
Smiling, I go in for the kill.
“Are you afraid of walking out of the Charter Hotel looking good and fucked with your hair all messed up, lipstick smeared, mascara stains on your cheek, your clothes wrinkled, and goddamn limping from the way I can bang you for hours?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
Jillian
Leave Eoghan’s villa looking well fucked…
How is it, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life? It sounds like a bizarre exaggeration, but I had this man inside me and know what he can do to me.
Then the meaning rearranges in front of me.
Looking. Well. Fucked.
I glance around, wondering if Johnny is watching me.
“I’m waiting for an answer.” Eoghan’s impatience mirrors my own.
Considering he would never allow us to be seen having sex, more so, won’t let anyone see me naked, having Johnny watch me stumble from his penthouse looking well fucked might be my only option.
I tell myself forbidden sex with Eoghan is just for the game with Johnny, but I really want to be in Eoghan’s bed. He woke up something inside me. I went on that stupid app to get more of that amazing sex.
I think about getting laid constantly. Crave it.
Eoghan O’Rourke made me a sex addict!
Teasing my dealer, I say, “Tell me again what you’ll do to me in your villa?”
God, I’m addicted to that damn dirty talk, too.
Eoghan isn’t a dog who barks on command, though. He takes my hand and leads me to our table, where he signals to the waitress, handing her two one-hundred-dollar bills. “Wrap this and the pretzels to go, please. Keep the change.”
He sits and brings me down onto his lap, his hard length rubbing my ass. Good God, that thing is lethal.
“And don’t you dare tell me you’re too heavy.” His hands come up and stroke my neck, his fingers closing around the base of my throat. “You’re fucking perfect. Perfect for me. And this pussy is the best damn thing I’ve felt around my cock in a very long time. I want to bury myself deep and fuck you all night. Then we’ll shower, and I’ll make you blow me. Do you know why?”
He pulls our mouths close.
Stupid question, but I’m dying to hear it. “Why?”
“Because I love getting my dick sucked. And these lips? I want these lips around my cock. No one else’s. I want to be so far down your throat you gag on it. I want you to swallow my cum so I’m part of you.” His hand lands on my tummy, an annoying bulge of baby fat, I can’t get rid of. “This. I want this. All of it. All of you and…” He stops and looks away.
Good Lord, what can’t he say when he’s already told he wants to gag me with his cock?
Gag me. With his cock.
My throat fuck fantasy. How…
I bite my lip and shake away the coincidence. All men want their dick sucked. And it was me who told Johnny I wanted to be throat fucked.
I imagine Mr. B. Goode finding out Eoghan’s long, thick cock fucked my mouth…
That thought is interrupted by the server placing the takeout bag on the table.
Eoghan breathes into my neck. “Say yes, sparkles. You want it, I know you do.”
