Page 23 of The Worst Pucking Deal

I groan again, but this time it isn’t from pleasure. What fucking game is she playing? “And you thought sucking me off in my sleep was the perfect way to audition?”

She quirks an eyebrow. “Are you saying you aren’t enjoying it?”

Laughing darkly, I sit up so I can look down on her. “I’ll be asking the questions.” She gulps. “What made you think I wanted you to suck my cock? That it was okay for you to do it while I was sleeping?” It’s not like I wasn’t enjoying it. My dream was hot as fuck, and what man doesn’t like waking up by getting their dick serviced?

Instead of looking contrite or embarrassed, Lucia rolls her eyes. “Everyone likes getting blown, Sawyer. And you didn’t get your reputation by being chaste.”

Smiling coldly, I tighten my hand in her hair. “Doesn’t mean I want you touching me.”

She whimpers in pain. “Your cock seems to like me.”

“It’s been a while,” I admit. “Anyone could get me off right now. Doesn’t make you special.” The barb doesn’t faze her. Letting go of her hair, I point at my still hard cock. “Get down on the floor and finish what you started.”

While Lucia willingly crawls off the bed and onto the floor, I scoot to the end of the bed and spread my legs wide so she can sit between them. She’s still wearing her tight dress, her hair is in disarray, and some of her makeup is smudged around her eyes. The imperfections make her look sexy as hell.

“Does this mean you’ll convince Tom to pick me?” she asks, her voice small like she hates asking.

“Why should I?” I ask, slightly amused we’re both overlooking the fact that Tom already picked her, and I confirmed our relationship status to the blonde who could have posted it online for all we know. Or maybe Lucia doesn’t remember. God, I hope that’s the case. I fucking hope she’s begging for something she doesn’t know she already has.

Lucia leans closer and licks her lips. “It doesn’t matter why. All that matters is that I need it. So name your price.”

I snort. “Are you fucking for real?”

“I am,” she confirms. “But I don’t expect you to choose me as a favor. I’m willing to pay for it.”

For fuck’s sake, she’s making it sound like it’s my choice. “So I ask again, why should I?” When she doesn’t answer, I decide to press her further. “If you want me to pick you, you need to sweeten the deal. Convince me.”

“What do you want?” she asks, throwing her arms up in the air. “Just name your price.”

Hmm, she’s fucking desperate, and I’m just horny enough that I need to see how far she’s willing to go. “Finish sucking me off,” I smirk. “If you give good head, I’ll recommend that Tom pick you. If not, well, then you’re shit out of luck.”

To my surprise, she doesn’t even blink as she nods. “You want regular blowjobs to be part of the deal? Anything else?”

I smirk down at her. “Why don’t you tell me what’s off limits?” I run a finger through the precum gathered on my slit and wipe it across her lips. “And if you mention anything I want, there’s no deal.”

Lucia looks up at me while licking her lips. Fuck if the desperate look in her eyes and pink tongue wetting her lips isn’t making me even harder. “Let’s get one thing straight, Sawyer. I don’t have any fucking limits. I need this. So if you want sex to be part of the deal, I’m okay with that.” She pauses, swallowing. “Now that I think about it, it’s probably for the best. Our relationship needs to seem one thousand percent real, which means you can’t discreetly fuck someone else.”

Well, color me fucking surprised. Something’s driving Lucia, something or someone who is worse than being stuck and used in a fake relationship. I’m officially harder and more intrigued than I’ve ever been. A dark need I haven’t felt in a long time stirs inside me. Her words are breathing life into it, and for a second I consider putting words to it to see how far she’s willing to go.

“So, if I want you to make me come daily?” I ask, arching my eyebrow.

Rather than shying away from the challenge, Lucia cups my cock. “Then I’ll make you come once a day.”

Hmm, could I ask her to give me what I crave? “And if I want to fuck you once a day?”

She tightens her grip on my cock. “Then I’ll let you fuck me. Make no mistake, Sawyer. I’m not backing down. So make a list if you want to, and I’ll make sure to fulfill every single fucking item on it. But in return, you’re going to be my boyfriend for thirteen months.”

I let out a surprised laugh, all thoughts about my dark kinks forgotten. “No way. Tom said it was only for this season.”

She rolls her eyes and starts to move her hand up and down my shaft. “Come on,” she purrs. “I know you’re smarter than this, Sawyer. Everyone will see through it if it’s only for the duration of the season. But for longer… it’ll look more real.”

A groan bubbles up my throat as she increases her pace. Fuck me, this woman is trouble. “You have a point.” And she does. When you decide to live in an elaborate lie, it looks better if it seems random. A year and one month means it’s a random as fuck date rather than one that’s benchmarked by a big event. “Is that your only demand?” I rasp, doing my best to remain alert despite the way she’s working my cock.

“As long as it looks real and you don’t cheat on me, I’ll do whatever you want.” Her expression is all business, which is turning me on even more. These aren’t the actions of a meek girl, this is a determined woman, and I’m going to take full advantage of it.

“Hmm,” I hum, pretending to think about it. I move my hand, slowly sliding it up her back until I wrap it around her neck, and then I add pressure. “You say all the right things which tells me you actually want this. What are you hiding, Lucia?”

“Nothing that concerns you,” she volleys, tightening her hold on my cock. “I’ve told you everything you need to know.”

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