Page 162 of The Last Good Man

She lets me fuck her mouth. The woman commanding a boardroom. The woman most likely feared.She allows me to do this to her.

She’s down in front of me, tightening her lips around my hard length, moving her tongue and rolling her lips, sucking me good, not minding my fist in her hair, my thumb next to my hard flesh.

Her eyes are closed, yet her expression doesn’t lie.

She’s more and more relaxed.

More in tune with what she’s doing.

And more willing to give up on her principles.

I’d love to have her naked in front of me, blowing me while wearing only her fuck me heels and maybe that magic liner that makes her eyes look like dying stars.

My beautiful red-haired woman.

Who knew she had it in her?

My hips start jerking faster as I inch closer to the point of no return. I increase my force, diving into her deeper, hitting her throat.

She keeps swallowing hard, not because she knows how much I like it but because she’s tense, which makes it perfect.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one dealing with sexual frustrations this week.

She’s faced them herself.

Her head moves to meet my thrusts and we get into this hypnotic dance of lust as I rock my hips and she swallows my cock.

Before long, I fuck her mouth, and she holds her own, taking me all the way to the top until I blast my load and experience the relief I wanted for some time.

Fuck, I love this.

My pulse explodes in my ears, and my hand hardens on her face while cum drips from her mouth, some of it spilling on her dress.

I slacken my grip, and her hair slides like a demure cloak over her chest, soaking up some of my semen.

I’ve made a mess of her.

Tears stain her face, cum lines her lips, and her locks are damp from my release.

Welcome to our new beginning.

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MELODY

Shaking, I enter the venue and go straight to the restroom, feverishly running my hand over my hair, lips, and skirt.

The spots?

I can easily see them as I tilt my gaze down.

I blotted them as much as I could with the sleeve of my blazer while he pulled away in his car, but I couldn’t erase them.

The outlines are still there, although the stains are no longer visible. But then I created another problem as the black wool and his semen didn’t mix well.

Now I’m afraid my sleeve is stained too.

Luckily, the people in the room pay no attention to me. How long has it been?I have no idea.

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