Page 22 of Room One Hundred & Twenty-One: Kiss of Fire

“I’m dying. Please don’t make me wait,” she begs.

I drag the tip of my tongue along one of her swollen pussy lips. “Is this what you want?”

“More,” she cries, sounding almost pained. Then I take it into my mouth, sucking hard enough to leave a mark for the others to see. They’ll be jealous as fuck, but I don’t care. I want to be the first one to eat her little cunt.

Selena’s hands ball into fists at her sides. “Brody, please!” she cries out, and I finally give her what she wants. I spread her wide with my thumbs before devouring her juicy pussy. “Fuck,” she curses, her back arching off the counter.

I lap at her dripping core, plunging two fingers deep inside her and making her toes curl. Her hands fly to my head as I suck on her clit, rubbing my face into her wet pussy while her nails scrape across my scalp. She holds me in place and rides my mouth, but I have no qualms about letting her use me to reach her orgasm.

“You’re so demanding, love,” I declare, my laugh low and deep as it vibrates against her sensitive flesh.

She responds with some kind of gibberish, and I take that as a good sign to continue. I let my tongue whirl around her clit, moving in slow circles before closing my mouth around it and sucking hard.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck,” she mumbles, her words slurred and almost incoherent.

I thought her mouth was sweet, but her pussy is even sweeter and I can’t get enough of the taste of it. She’s soaking wet, her arousal dribbling down to her ass, and I use it to lube the pad of my thumb before massaging her puckered hole. Her stomach hollows as she gasps loudly, and I wait to see if she’s going to stop me. But to my surprise and true to her kinky admission, Selena relaxes into my touch and lets me invade that forbidden space. With two fingers in her cunt and my thumb knuckle deep in her ass, I stimulate her clit with my mouth until she comes.

“Brody!” she screams, practically levitating off the marble surface while her pussy gushes her cum into my mouth and over my hand. I swallow it down, not missing a drop as I gently lick her clean and drag out her release.

Her moans echo around my kitchen and my aching cock begs for a release of its own. But tonight is all about her and my dick can wait. I want her begging for it when I finally fuck her.

She drifts back down from her orgasmic high, panting and quietly laughing to herself. “Something funny, beautiful?” I ask, kissing her inner thigh as I stand.

“I just came in my boss’s kitchen.” She says it like the revelation just dawned on her.

“I may be your boss at work, but here, I’m just Brody.” I help her sit up, and she surprises me by taking my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss. I become lost in her embrace, when she pulls back and stares into my eyes.

“You’re more thanjust Brody. Don’t ever forget that.”

I’m at a loss for words because she has no idea how she makes me feel. But before I can say anything else, she hops down off the counter onto shaky legs.

“Easy there. If I did my job right, you might be a little wobbly.” I smirk.

“Even if you did, I’d never show it. Or else your head might get too big.” She glances down at my hard cock tenting my sweats. “Kinda like that one.” She grins. “All set to finish working now?”

I grab her hand and rub it over my dick. “Does it look like I’m gonna get any work done tonight?”

She circles her palm around me and runs it up and down my length. “You better… if you want me to celebrate another successful proposal with you.” She leans in and whispers in my ear, “And next time, I promise to be completely naked.”

With one final kiss, Selena quickly dresses and darts off. I watch her until the front door closes after she blows me a kiss. I head back upstairs with the dopiest grin on my face and the taste of her pussy still lingering on my tongue.

8

NOAH

Aknock pierces the silence of my office, and I already know who’s standing on the other side of my door.

“Come in,” I call out as I continue to scan through the stack of papers on my desk. Dull pain pulses behind my eyes, causing the words on the pages to blur. I whip my glasses off my face and pinch the bridge of my nose.

“Are you okay?” Selena asks, moving in quickly to stand beside me.

“I’m fine,” I grunt while my head continues to throb. I’m far from fine, but I don’t want to worry her.

Sensing my bullshit, she rubs my temple with her thumb, relieving some of the pressure that’s pounding inside. I stare at her from my chair, admiring her dark-brown tresses that are pulled up into a messy bun. A few curly tendrils cascade around her smooth cheeks, making her look like an angel. But there’s concern in her eyes as she studies me, and I want to wipe it away.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I say as I clasp her hand, pressing a quick kiss to her knuckles. She sucks in a breath, but doesn’t pull away.

She shakes her head at me and sighs. “I just came in to say thank you. For the basket on my desk.”

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