Page 128 of Call Me Sir

“Imagine how good it would feel if it was actually in my mouth..”

“Okay,” he says, rotating his hips.

Sitting up, I lean my chin on his crotch. “Then drink your water.”

Thankfully he’s amused because he laughs, then chugs the drink.

I grab the glass from his hand and put it on the coffee table, then resume kissing his clothed dick.

He sags back into the couch and my hands travel up to his stomach, fingers slipping around the silk vest.

“You look so good all dressed up,” I comment.

His eyes remain closed, as he mumbles, “Yeah, but it’s so uncomfortable.”

“Poor baby didn’t get to wear joggers to a fancy function, huh?”

Cole snickers, shaking his head at me, eyes still closed.

“You’re stupid,” he adds.

I love how at ease he is. He trusts me. I don’t want to completely demolish that. Though I want him to know who’s in charge tonight.

Gripping his dick hard, he startles upright, blinking at me with wide eyes.

“Talk like that again..” I warn.

“And what?”

Easing my grip slightly, I sit up and lean in so we’re nose to nose. “You’ll regret talking back to me.”

A chill rips through him and his hips buck. The way his breathing shifts from steady to rakish eggs me on to lick his bottom lip, then release his dick and grab a handful of hair.

A small grunt leaves him. “Too hard?” I ask, fingers releasing his now ruffled hair.

“No.”

Pulling his hair back, I expose his neck to me and dive in. First my lip crawls across his skin before letting my tongue trace circles from his jaw down to whatever I can with his tux collar.

As carefully as I can manage, I graze my teeth along his bare skin, then suck, hard.

“Ohhhhh,” he moans.

“You like that, baby?”

My free hand massages his right thigh.

“Yeah, baby, more please.”

The desperation in his voice worries me that he might cum in his pants.

“You better not be close to cumming.”

Straightening my torso upright, I press our foreheads together.

“N-no, sir.”

Fuck, he’s sounding so hot and bothered already. .

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