Page 13 of Deck His Balls

“Mmm,” she hums appreciatively. “Even better than I imagined.”

I can’t help the groan that escapes me as she starts to stroke. “You’ve been imagining this?”

Tricia laughs, low and sultry. “Oh honey, you have no idea.”

She leans in closer, her lips brushing my ear. “Keep your eyes on the road, CEO. I’m about to make one of your fantasies come true.”

My imagination runs wild as Tricia unbuckles her seatbelt. Is she really going to…?

The first touch of her lips against my shaft sends a jolt through me. I bite back a moan, trying desperately to focus on driving as Tricia plants soft kisses along my length.

“Jesus, Tricia,” I breathe.

She chuckles, the vibration sending shivers down my spine. “Just getting started, baby.”

Her tongue traces lazy circles around the tip and I have to force myself not to close my eyes in pleasure. We hit a bump in the road and Tricia pulls back with a giggle.

“Oops,” she says, not sounding sorry at all. “Better be careful, Mr. Mitchell. Wouldn’t want to crash before I finish my gift-giving.”

I grip the steering wheel tighter, my knuckles turning white as Tricia resumes her ministrations. Her mouth envelops me, warm and wet, and I let out a low moan.

“Eyes on the road, Joel,” Tricia teases, pulling back for a moment.

I struggle to keep my focus on driving as Tricia’s tongue swirls around me. My right hand instinctively moves to rest lightly on her head, fingers tangling in her hair.

“God, Tricia,” I breathe, “you’re incredible.”

She hums in response, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel her smile around me as she continues, alternating between gentle suction and playful licks.

The streets of Serenity County blur past as I navigate on autopilot, my mind consumed by the sensations Tricia’s creating. She’s relentless, varying her rhythm and pressure in a way that has me teetering on the edge.

“Fuck,” I groan as she takes me deeper. “I’m close, Tricia.”

She increases her pace, and I can feel the tension building. Just as I’m about to lose control, I realize we’re pulling into her driveway. With herculean effort, I manage to park the car.

The moment we’re stopped, I gently pull Tricia up to me, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I can taste myself on her, and it only fuels my desire.

Breaking the kiss, I look into her eyes, dark with want. “Inside,” I growl. “Now. And strip.”

Chapter Eight

Tricia

I can barely breathe as Joel pushes me against the wall as soon as my house door closes behind us, his lips crashing into mine with an urgency that makes my knees weak. His hands roam my body, igniting sparks everywhere they touch. I arch into him, craving more.

“God, I’ve wanted this for so long,” Joel murmurs against my neck.

“Me too,” I gasp as his fingers deftly unzip the back of my dress.

I spin back around to face him as Joel slides my dress off my shoulders, his eyes darkening as he takes in my sports bra and toned abs. I feel exposed yet empowered under his heated gaze.

My fingers fumble with his belt buckle. “Your turn,” I say with a smirk, pushing his pants down. My breath catches at the sight of his hard cock straining against his boxers.

Joel’s hands cup my face as he kisses me deeply. “You’re incredible, Tricia.”

The tenderness in his voice contrasts with the raw desire I see in his eyes. It awakens something primal in me. I grab his hand and lead him to the bed, my heart pounding.

“Show me,” I whisper, lying back and spreading my legs invitingly.

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