Page 67 of Winning Bid

She’s being such a little tease. “Are you going to just lick me like a lollipop? I thought you were worried about getting caught.”

She smirks up at me and then sucks me down into her throat. A stiff breath goes in as I grab the shelves to brace on. Fuck, she is too good at that. I can't believe I'm getting to marry this woman. She sucks cock like she was born to do it. It's second only to how she gets when she rides me. The woman is a hellcat.

My sac tightens. But I push it back. Not now, body. I have plans.

I reach down for her tits, flicking my fingers on her nipples. Each time she shudders and moans around my cock, and that sensation travels up my shaft, lighting me up like a fucking Christmas tree. I’m holding on, but I can't fight this forever. She's too good.

June’s tongue wraps around the head of my cock, and she shuttles back and forth down my length. I've never felt anything like it. Part of me thinks it would be kinder to have an open relationship. Someone this talented should be shared.

But I will end any man who touches her. She is mine.

When she reaches up for my balls, a new burst of pleasure courses through me, bringing me right to the edge. But this is not how I’m going to come. I have bigger plans in mind for that.

I flick her nipples a little harder than I had been. It's the fastest way to get her attention when she's this into her work. She whimpers and looks up. “On your feet.”

“But you haven't?—"

“No shit. On your feet.”

She stands, but her gait is wobbly when I walk her to the steamer trunk in the back of the utility closet. It’s next to some dusty crates and the only thing that looks personal here. I imagine Andre keeps his soul inside the steamer trunk in some Dorian Gray gambit to live forever. He’s twisted enough to try anything, I imagine.

With June standing in front of me, I lift her hair and kiss the back of her neck before I bite her there. Hard. She squeaks and melts against me as I bend her over the steamer trunk. Slowly, I lift her skirt out of my way and lower her panties. God, this ass will be the death of me. I want to give her a proper spanking, but alas, that would make too much noise.

Maybe when we get home. Where we have lube to do things right …

No. Stay focused.

I rub my hand over her soaked pussy from behind, and she backs against my palm. “Needy girl. Trying for your pleasure again before I’ve had mine.” I swat her there. It’s a love tap, nothing more, but she inhales like I surprised her.

Good.

I stroke her labia with my cockhead, taking my time with it and savoring every honeyed fold. Fucking June is utter bliss, but the part right before is something to be enjoyed. She makes the saddest little sound when I don’t thrust home. “Are you going to be a good girl, love, and take my cock?”

“Please,” she gasps.

I shove forward in one go. Fucking perfect fit. She must be biting her hand because her groan is muffled. Mine is not. I try to keep it contained, but this is forbidden fruit and I can’t help myself. When I start in on her, I’m merciless. Our bodies smack together loud enough that I’m surprised security hasn’t run in yet, thinking to stop a fistfight.

After her tongue has driven me to the edge, I worry this will be fast, and I’m not a man to leave a lady in a lurch, so I reach around her hip for her clit. She shakes her head and murmurs, “I’ll scream.”

I don’t stop. “So?”

“They’ll hear!”

“I don’t fucking care,” I hiss, still pounding her, still playing with her. I need her to come like I need air.

“Ander … oh god,” she whispers.

Then I feel it. Her pussy pulses on me. She bucks against me while she comes with both hands over her mouth as she tries to swallow her scream. That’s all it takes. I growl and erupt, pulling out to come on the steamer trunk.

You’re welcome, Andre.

Slowly, June turns around, panting. “I can’t believe you did that.”

“Which part?”

“All of it. The cleaners?—"

“Look at the door, June.”

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