Page 121 of Born to Make You Smile

I pulled back, then swiped a hand over my wet lips. “Thank you, Gony, Sir.” I giggled. I couldn’t contain it.

His laughter followed. “At least we held it together for a little while. But I’m not finished with you, Peach.”

He tucked himself back into his pants and stood before me. He yanked my clothing off, tossing everything to the side.

“I want you to lie on the chaise from the other end.”

“The other end?” I questioned, brows raised.

“I want your head down and bum up here.” He stroked the tall end of the chair.

“Yes, Sir.”

Lying down with my head lower than the rest of my body, I felt an immediate rush of blood go straight to my face.

“Use your safe word if you’re uncomfortable or start feeling too faint. I’ll have you come up. Understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Gavin stood over me, parting my legs. Then he began to devour me with his mouth. He nipped and licked me all over, then thrust his skilled tongue inside.

“Oh,yes, Sir,” I breathed, wailing with bliss.

He let out several grunts and moans, finding his own pleasure as he enjoyed bringing me to glory.

“You are so bloody delectable,” he murmured, then continued to feed and worship my body.

It didn’t take long before I came hard against his mouth, crying out, shaking, visions of fuzzy cotton candy clouding my brain.

I floated in space among the stars.

Eventually, he assisted me up, then had me lie down the other way to help me regain my balance.

“How are you feeling?” he said, handing me some cold water.

“Amazing. I loved that.”

“We might need to purchase that chaise for our bedroom. Or perhaps come back here. Regularly.”

I smiled and stood, having a sip of water. “You’d consider a membership? You think you can handle the kink in here? It can get a little wild for a sweet dentist like you.”

“Hey, I’m not so sweet anymore. All thanks to you, my naughty minx.” He pulled me close, and I nuzzled against his chest. “But I was thinking. Next time, let’s lose that wig. And you definitely need more sparkle. More diamonds.”

I yanked off the orange wig, fluffing my curls.

“You wanna be my sugar daddy?” I fluttered my lashes up at him.

“Not the daddy bit. No judgment to Salinger or anything, but that’s not my particular kink.”

I smiled, thinking ofDaddy Sal.

“But I really would love to spoil you.” He ran his hand over my jaw, and I shivered.

“Maybe you could get me a new diamond bracelet and some matching earrings,” I suggested.

He nodded. “Yes. And a diamond ring perhaps.”

A diamond ring?My eyes went wide, and I bit my lip thinking about what that meant. “I happen to know the best jeweler in the city. Just tell him you know me. He’ll give you a good deal.”

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