Page 83 of Ours

“I think I might want a taste,” she whispered.

“Take off your jacket, and get on your knees, by the sofa,” I snapped, grabbing my fork to get another bite of food.

“Yes, sir,” she said slowly, taking off her jacket as she walked to the sofa, getting on her knees in a perfect position.

I continued eating because the food was amazing, and I wanted to make her wait. Noemi wasn’t patient at all, there was nothing I enjoyed more than watching her squirm and eventually get mad.

As much as I wanted to finish eating, I was impatient. I used to be cool, calm and collected. I could edge someone all day, but now, my impatience came quickly because all I wanted was to make them come or come with them.

Cleaning my mouth, packing up the food, I glanced at Noemi, who had just started to squirm. I put the containers away in the bag she brought, sitting back to watch her for a few more minutes.

“Princesa,” I snapped, making her jump. “Crawl to daddy.”

She shivered before slowly and sensually crawling to me. Her hips swayed back and forth in a hypnotic way that made me want to throw my restraint out the window. I don’t know what kind of spell they had me under, but I couldn’t get enough of them.

Noemi kneeled at my feet in her submissive pose waiting for me to tell her what to do. I made her wait again, testing both of us until the tension was so tight, I feared I might break.

“I want to fuck your mouth, Princesa,” I growled.

It wasn’t a command, but Noemi quickly jumped at the opportunity, unbuckling my pants, sliding her hand into my underwear, and pulling out my cock.

“Wait,” I growled, grabbing my cock, smearing my precum along her lips, making her whimper. “Open that pretty mouth, Princesa.”

She quickly sucked on my head, making me hiss from the shot of pleasure that ran through me. Threading my hands through her hair, I held her still, thrusting my hips up to fuck her mouth. I started off slow with shallow thrusts, getting her used to my cock when someone knocked on my door.

“I’m busy!” I yelled, not caring who was on the other side of the door.

The handle jiggled, giving me just enough time to push Noemi under my desk before Lincoln strolled in on his phone. I slid in, thankful my desk was wide enough for her to sit underneath and push my chair in since I didn’t have any time to buckle up my pants.

“I said I was busy,” I snapped, organizing some papers so it looked like I was doing something.

“The Cougars backed out of our deal,” Lincoln snapped back at me, still looking at his phone.

“What the fuck,” I growled, wanting to stand up but stopping myself.

“They said they had another deal on the table.” He looked up at me, pissed.

“That fucker, when we spoke last, he said they were going to draw up papers, so we could move forward.” I leaned over my desk, hiding my deflating cock, knowing I would never hear the end of this if he saw me with my dick out.

“I don’t want to chase him anymore, if he comes back, he’s going to have to take the lowest price and we are not budging.” Lincoln sat down. “He’s…”

“Fuck,” I said, when I felt Noemi’s lips around my cock.

“What? You don’t think we should lowball him for wasting our fucking time?” He looked at me like I was delusional.

Noemi stroked me while she swirled her tongue around my head. I closed my eyes attempting to act like everything was fine, but I think I was making it worse.

“I just have a lot on my plate right now,” I said as calmly as I could, opening my eyes to stare at the papers, hoping he would just leave.

“You need an assistant,” Lincoln said, judging my desk and its disarray.

“I was supposed to have one, but she didn’t even bother to show up on her first day,” I said with a cough when Noemi rolled my balls in her hand.

“I could get Adrian to find you one. We’ve…”

“Lincoln, as much as I would like to talk about assistants, I just want to finish up so I can get home,” I said, letting the frustration I was feeling bleed into my tone while not moaning.

“Well, Adrian…”

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