Page 39 of Pretty Little Thing

Nora reacts to the pressure I give her, her mouth sagging and her tongue just barely passing her lips. “Clive,” she finally says.

I part my lips to massage my tongue with hers. She fully kisses me back this time. A light moan vibrates the back of her throat, heating the blood in my veins. Her head falls again and I attack her neck, nibbling and sucking along the upper rim of the handkerchief.

“Outside the office…” I whisper, “you’re to call me Mr. Snow.”

She nods, unable to speak.

“You’re going to open yourself to me now.”

She moans in my ear, my hips gently bucking against my fingers still pressed along her clit, using my hand for her own undeniable pleasures.

“I’m going to eat you out until you come on my face,” I say.

She shivers in response and touches her lips to mine with a deep, longing kiss. I feel it all the way down in my groin as my cock throbs with need.

“And then...” I lay my free hand on the back of her neck, curling my fingers around her dirt-blonde hair. I pull it back, making her look at me. “You’re going to suck my cock. You’re going to make me come with that pretty, little mouth. Do you understand?”

A wave of pleasure strikes her and I watch as it rolls over her eyes. “Yes, Mr. Snow,” she says. “I understand.”

I release her hair. “Backseat. Now.”

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