Page 124 of Truth or Dare

“Shh,” he hushed me.

“If they find out…oh god…”

“Shh, they won’t. It’s okay. I won’t let them. Breathe, baby, breathe.”

“Dare, please don’t let them. Don’t let them take me. You take me. Keep me. My head is so…I need, I need…”

My words were all screwy.

He didn’t make me keep begging. He didn’t wait until I made sense because he knew what I needed. One of his hands slid into my pajamas and then into my panties and then I threw my hands over my head and he pinned them with his other hand. I tested by lifting and his grip tightened. “Don’t move. Be a good girl, Angel.”

I whimpered.

“Isn’t this good, baby?” he asked a few moments later, continuing to rub me.

I was having trouble letting go and he obviously knew it.

“What do you need, my baby?”

“I need your cock, Master. In my mouth. Rough. Make me. Make me do it.”

He let go of my wrists, grabbed my hair, and roughly pulled my head down toward his crotch. I flipped onto my side so that my crotch was up near his head and one of his hands was fisted in my hair and the other went to my pants and hit the spot instantly.

Yes.

This.

“Suck it good, baby. Be my good girl.”

Fuck yes.

I got his pants undone and couldn’t get my tongue to the head of his cock fast enough. I whimpered again, feeling sensation build as he fucked my mouth, pumping forward into me. He had his thumb on my clit and at least two fingers inside me and I was about to combust.

His phone rang.

His hips and his fingers stilled and I stopped bobbing.

“No, ignore it. We’re almost there, baby. You’re such a good girl.”

I tried to find it.

His phone stopped ringing and instantly started ringing again.

“Fuck,” he grunted and pulled away.

He reached for the phone from the nightstand.

“Bro? Right. Yep. Okay, two hours. Right.” He hung up and looked at me.

“I need to go to the office for a conference call with Chen’s partners.”

“If they find out you’re not and I’m... if they do, they…” My words were screwy again.

“But you’re behaving, baby. You’re my perfect Angel. There’s nothing to be afraid of, okay? Nothing? I own you. You’re mine. You’ve done everything right. You’re allowed to tell me everything. I mean that. You’re mine, not theirs. So you can tell me everything because you’re my girl. My good girl. Forget them. You’re not theirs. You’re mine. They don’t matter.”

Oh my God. He was it. He was it for me. I felt a surge of emotion and peace rush within me and wash over me.

He reached for me again. “Let’s get you that release, Angel-baby. I could use one, too.”

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