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As my second orgasm slows down, so does the thrust of his fingers in my needy mouth.
“Hard to talk with your mouth full. Do you need more?” he cajoles, slipping his fingers nice and deep to the back of my throat until I gag, my eyes water, and I am nodding maniacally.
I always need more. Bae knows this. They all do.
Bae slips out his fingers, stands, straddles my body, and lines his cock up with my mouth. He takes himself in his fist and traces the leaking, musky tip along the shape of my lips.
“Talk to me, Lace.”
Bae lifts a knee, wedges it between my thighs, pushing me backward to pin me against the chair back and rub my pussy with the friction of his jeans.
“C-Coty.”
He groans. “Fuck, I love hearing you say my name while I make you shatter over and over again, but damn, that was hot, too. You saying his name while I finally fucking get you instead of only him being allowed to.”
His cock pulses and becomes so incredibly swollen, fat, and angry. “Coty,” I lick my lips. Bae forcefully drags his knee over my swollen clit. “H-he said there was a prospect sitting in the day you all showed up and stormed the office looking for Stoney.”
Again he wedges his knee against me. It hurts. It feels so good, yet so fucking bad.
“You know I can’t answer you like that, baby. Try again.” His cock rages between us. So full. So ready.
Eyelashes fluttering, I take a preparatory swallow in preparation for consuming a load even thicker and more copious than he is. “Was it Gabe?” I breathe out. “Was he the one standing in?”
Bae lets out a low and drawn-out moan, thrusts his knee against my center, plunges his cock into my mouth, and grasps the back of my head. “Come, Lace. Come for me one more time.”
I do. Oh my stars I do, and it is his warm, musky, liquid pleasure moving down the back of my throat that puts me over the edge that final time.
“Ahhhuungghhh,” Bae grinds out through clenched teeth before folding over me and whispering, “Damn you did good. So fucking perfect.”
His cock slips from between my lips, still red and thick but slightly softer than before. Bae closes his pants, scoops up his jacket, puts it on, and plucks that same cloth he used earlier from his interior pocket.
“You got a little something—” he bites down on his bottom lip with a quiet groan and brings a corner of the cloth to my mouth “—right there.” He cleans me up gently then leans down and gives me a slow, sweet kiss.
But I still have one more important question, and I can only hope his oxytocin spike is enough to make him give me an actual, verbal answer. “How could you let Bro and Vee get away with that if you knew it was my address?” I whisper against his lips.
“The papers come folded and are only opened by the assignee. I never saw the details,” he whispers in response.
