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Or could I have just kept my mouth shut, instead of returning those three words. Shit.
Carl
I have my hand fisted around her hair. It's like a leash for me to hold onto, to make certain that I am in control. To be sure that she won't run off until she is done pleasing me.
I never trust people. Not even when it has to do with sex.I have done this many times. I know when to pull my cock out her silky lips and allow her some air before I push back in.
When she slows, I know she has lost the energy to go on or she is distracted by my silence.
Is he enjoying this? Am I doing it wrong?
These are questions that will creep into her mind next.
Of course, you are doing it right. I am a businessman; I only invest in what profits me.
Tasha called me days later. She texted and sent me nude pictures of herself.
She sounded desperate, eager to please me, without mentioning love or whatever it is she thinks irritated me the last time. I didn't try to clear her doubts. I let her have it her way. It is much too tedious to explain myself. I sent her an address, a time and date to meet me. And the moment she walked into theroom,she was already falling to her knees without my command.
I am proud that she is finally accepting my terms about what we share and the things we can give each other, but Tasha is too late. I already have a different picture in mind; I’ve painted another woman on the canvas and inscribed “mine” to the imagination. She is somewhere out there, but then she is right here (I see her in place of Tasha) on her knees, eager to please me with her tongue.
Fuck.
My hips flex, and I thrust into Tasha's mouth. She begins to moan. She has to pay attention to my commands.
"Stop." I bark out when the sounds that leave her throat become unbearable.
She is trying too hard. This is not going to work.
She is ruining the mental snapshot that I almost surrendered to seconds ago.
Tasha doesn't budge. She keeps sucking on my cock, wrapping her hands at the base while she bobs her head, looking up at me while she flutters her lashes.
My mind is a mess already. I don't have time for this. I won't be nice today. I just need this release before I go back home, so I can think straight and decide my next move on this blitz chess game.
How can I even waste my time on this woman when I will soon get my turn to move a piece on the board.
"I. Said Stop." The sheer force of my voice sends her to the ground and her ass hits the cold tiles of the hotel room.
I immediately feel sorry for her. Although it's kind of funny too, the way she stumbled.
Fuck, I am as fucking immature as Rachel describes.
Tasha's eyes are wide with fear. She wobbles in shock and stutters my name.
Relax, Tasha. I care more than I should.
I bend and lift her off the ground.
"I was lost in the moment." I find it hard to offer an apology. I always do.
How do people even fucking say the word “Sorry”, like they are tossing flower petals all over the place. She laughs nervously when she realizes I am not going to bite into her.
"I am sorry. I didn't listen."
There it is.Sorry. Just like that she says it without considering how it stains her pride further. I ignore her words and set her on the bed the way I like it; she is on all fours; her back is exposed to me. She is at my mercy, and her hair is long enough to hold and maintain control.
But not today.
