Page 14 of Bait

“She’s a pale imitation,” he grunts. “Of you.”

I can’t stop the smile that creeps over my lips, and I blush as I look down.

“You’re just saying that because your cock is in my hands.”

Oliver chuckles darkly. “No, I’m not. Come here, sweetness.”

He goes to pull me up into his lap, but I shake my head, not moving from my knees between his legs.

“Uh-uh,” I purr teasingly. “Not yet.”

I lean in, wetting my lips and planting little kisses over his swollen cock as Oliver groans in pleasure.

“Kelly isnotmy type, Anastasia.”

“Not barely legal?”

He groans as I suck his head back between my lips, his jaw clenching as I slurp wetly on him.

“She too old for you?”

He arches a brow. “She’smyage, you know.”

“Exactly.”

My lips slide back around him, and he groans as he throws his head back, his hand cupping my face.

“Am I doing okay?” I say softly.

He groans, his jaw clenching as his eyes burn into me.

“Fuckyes,” he hisses, sending a thrill through me as I swirl my tongue around his crown.

“You almost made me come in front of my fucking boss.”

I giggle.

“I should have.”

I lean back in, swiping up the underside of him with my tongue. And when I watch how he reacts to me teasing him like this, it’s like a power rushing through me, seeing the control I can have over this big, powerful, older man.

“Is this how you like it?” I purr, suckling on his crown and licking the tip of him in slow swirls.

Oliver growls lowly, nodding, his eyes full of lust as he starts to undo the buttons of his shirt. He pulls it off, his muscles and his ink rippling, and I moan as I suck him harder and try to fit more of him into my mouth.

Something naughty, and filthy, andsluttyburns to life inside of me, urging me on and making my head swim. I moan deeply, looking up at him as I tongue the head of his cock.

“Or is it that yesterday, me sucking your big cock like this with my warm, wet little mouth would’ve been illegal?”

Olivergroansdeeply, his cock swelling between my lips as his hands slide back to my hair.

“Fuckinghell, Anastasia,” he growls, grabbing my pigtails as I moan around his cock.

“Do you like my young, wet mouth on your cock,sir?” I purr. I know I’m laying it on thick, but the fantasy and the wrongness of it all is like a drug, fueling me on and making me want to be his perfect little tease. His eager, willing bad girl.

“Do you like me making your big, grown up cock feel so good?”

“Jesus, Ana,” he grunts, his face red and his eyes wild. His abs clench and ripple as his cock pulses between my lips, and I start to suck him harder.

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