Page 45 of Snowed In With The Second Chance Daddy

I try not to smile because if I smile, then I’m acknowledging I still like to pleasure him, still like to know how I affect him. I don’t need to know that, don’t want to know. And yet here I am, on my knees before him, ready to pleasure him with my mouth. Wanting more than anything to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel.

Just sex, just sex, just sex.

I pop the head of his cock into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. A drip of precum lands on my tongue.

I hold in a moan at the taste of him. A taste I haven’t had in so long. A taste on more than one occasion I craved.

Everything is quiet as I bob my head, taking him deeper and deeper.

“Fuck.”

I smile to myself, humming a laugh around his erection.

“I don’t think I’ll last very long, Iris.” He sounds almost embarrassed.

I slide him out of my mouth. “That’s okay. It’s just sex, remember?”

“…right.”

I take him down again, deeper, relishing his strained response.

Wrapping my hands around his thighs, I use him to move my head faster, faster. Then, I take as much of him as I can, allowing the head of his cock to hit the back of my throat.

My body undulates with a gag.

“Ohmy god, Iris.”

I start to laugh again, but take pause when Trevor’s hand lands against my cheek. Soft and hesitant, the tips of his fingers tracing my cheekbone.

I have no choice but to look up at him.

His expression does not indicate any level of enjoyment. He looks…stressed.

I continue to move my mouth over him, our eyes locked on one another’s, but I’m unsure if I should keep going. The last thing I want to do is hurt him by continuing.

I slide him out of my mouth again. “Are you okay?”

Trevor shakes off his tense expression. “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.”

“Are you…enjoyingyourself or are you just okay?” I continue to pump his saliva-slicked dick in my hand.

Trevor’s lips part to say something, but he stops short before answering.

“Should I stop?” My hand slows on him.

He inhales deeply, nostrils flaring. Then, he grabs my bicep and pulls me back up to my feet, spins me around to face the table, and places my hands flat on the table.

He presses his cock into my backside and his mouth to my ear. “If it’s just sex, I’m going to make it count.”

I start to respond, but my mouth is covered by his in a deep, luscious kiss.

His tongue rolls with mine, his hand on my neck and thumb against my chin so I am steadied. With his other hand, he pulls up my dress until my ass is exposed. Bare. No underwear.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t hoping for a little action tonight. “What are you waiting for?”

“Are you getting impatient?”

“Of course, I am.”

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