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I grab my phone from my desk and text Rafael, telling him to meet me in my office asap.
Five minutes later, he’s knocking on my door and walking in when I give him permission.
“What do you need?” he asks in a rough voice. Like maybe he was sleeping.
“To come down your throat.”
He smirks and moves around my desk, swiveling my chair to face him. I lean back and look up at him, licking my lips.
“Had you said that in the text, I’d have been here sooner.” He unbuckles my belt, opens up my pants, and gets my dick out. I was hard the moment he asked what I needed. He gets to his knees and sucks me into his hot mouth without hesitating.
“Fuck,” I groan out, finding the back of his head and curling my fingers in his hair.
Rafael bobs up and down on me, sucking and licking. The thing I enjoy most about him is how much he loves sucking my dick. Same as he loves licking pussy. The man loves pleasing his partners, and that is something I truly enjoy from the person I’m with. My mind floats back to the club. What’s better than one submissive? Two. Three is too much. Been there, done that; probably won’t do it again.
Rafael pulls me from his mouth and uses his hand, looking up at me under his thick lashes, his eyes gleaming.
“How do you expect that girl to agree to marry you if you call me in here like this?”
“She’s going to marry me anyway,” I say, thrusting into his hand.
“But she’ll be happier if you were nicer.”
“I am nice.”
“Uh huh. Nice and hard.” He licks the tip of my dick, causing me to hiss. “Maybe we should—”
“Our arrangement stays. I’ll talk to her about it.”
“Good, because I don’t like feeling guilty.”
I roll my eyes and force him back onto my cock.
“Just shut up and make me come,” I tell him.
He sucks harder, massaging my balls, and minutes later I’m releasing down his throat.
He sits back on his knees, wiping his chin and looking at me with a raised brow.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I say as I tuck my dick away.
“You need to talk to her.”
“I tried.”
“You can’t expect her to not be mad.”
“Didn’t say I do.”
He gets up, looking down at me like he has some kind of charge over me.
“There was something I wanted to talk to you about.”
He better not try telling me he wants out of our arrangement.
He chuckles. “I’m not breaking up with you. Don’t worry.”
“Well, we’re not dating,” I say.
