Page 38 of Toxic Things I Love About You

Parks nodded, and without another word, walked out. His loyalty to me was only second to his wife, and I didn’t mind one little bit.

I wanted that too. Was Roman really that for me? Would he leave everything else to get back to me?

“Romy-poo?”

He sighed, and I was certain it was the nickname.

“Yes, Butterfly. What is it now?”

I pulled on the hand that I held, and he closed the gap.

“What loose end can I help clean up?”

His free hand traced over my cheek, down to my mouth.

“Fuck, you have the sexiest lips,” he said.

My tongue darted out to lick at his thumb.

“Can he wait?” I said.

At that moment, I had all of Roman’s attention. I slipped off his desk and sank down to my knees in front of him.

“Tell me, how will we do it? Clean up this loose end?”

“We have to go get him first, perhaps a sedative—”

His words caught as I reached for his zipper, releasing the pressure on his cock.

“Gee, Romy-poo, what were you thinking about? Does tutoring get you all hot and bothered like it does me?”

His hand was on the back of my head as I pulled down the boxer-briefs and his pants all at the same time. A second later I was licking the head of his cock, circling the silky smooth skin before I opened my mouth wider and tried to take as much of him in as possible.

I pulled back, letting the tip slide over my lips as I asked him again.

“Tell me, Roman. How will we get rid of him?” I licked him again. “Will I get to use a knife?”

I kissed his cock, and it twitched in response.

“Can I stab his stomach? I love to feel the way the skin pops and you feel the heat of his body before the blood rushes out.”

My tongue danced over the slick sides where I’d had him buried in my mouth seconds ago. He was so good. I loved the taste of him like my favorite sucker or, better yet, a cake pop. Everyone knew whatever was on the inside was the real treat.

I took him in my mouth again, burying him until I couldn’t take anymore, and then I wrapped my hand around the base. I took his balls in my other hand and squeezed just lightly enough, and I moaned when he gripped my hair in his fist.

“Fuck, Butterfly.”

I couldn’t answer with his length pressing against my tonsils, so I moaned and then he moaned in response. A second later he thrust in, my hand sliding over this massive cock and my tongue running along the velvety skin.

He fucked my mouth, and I loved the feel of him sliding in and out and the way his balls tightened with each thrust. My pussy was so wet, and I wanted more, but at this moment in time, I wanted him to know what he would be missing if he ever thought he was getting out of this whole shit show without me.

He pulled back and the hand that was wrapped in my hair was now wrapped around my arm. He pulled me up to my feet and spun me around. He pushed along my back and bent me over his desk, my ass in the air and the skirt thrust up to my damn waist.

His fingers found my pussy and slid right through the slickness that coated me.

“Fuck, your cunt is so damn ready. Tell me, Butterfly. What is it you want to do to him?”

I was panting just at his words and then without warning, his fingers were gone, and the pressure of his cock pressed against my entrance. He kicked my feet wider as he sank inch by inch inside me. The way he stretched me had me gripping for the edge of his desk or anything as I panted through the feel of him filling me, stretching me.

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