Page 115 of The Blind Date

Bright lights flashed in my eyes, and I allowed him to catch me as my pussy spasmed on his cock. His thrusts softened and slowed as I came down from the high, but I wasn’t done yet.

I panted and pushed him off me. “I want you to finish in my mouth.”

Cedric looked confused, and his face was scrunched up–as if he was having a hard time stopping himself from coming as well. When my words finally registered, he stepped back, and I quickly jumped off the counter to squat in front of him.

I eagerly sucked the tip of his cock into my mouth, immediately moaning at the taste of me on him.

I loved it.

Just as I loved this man.

“Your mouth is downright sinful, darling,” Cedric grunted and wound his fingers in my hair, needing something to hold onto as I bobbed on his cock, taking him deeper and deeper until my gag reflex kicked in.

Desperate to taste his come, I fondled his heavy balls and pulled back to suckle on the tip of his cock, knowing how sensitive that part was.

I watched from my knees with his cock in my mouth as Cedric threw his head back and shot his come down my throat. His fingers tightened in my hair, digging into my scalp, but it only made the experience so much hotter. When his cock stopped twitching and jerking in my mouth, I pulled my mouth off him with a pop and pressed my tongue to the slit to lick up the last droplets of come.

“Fuck,” he hissed, his cock sensitive.

Holding back a proud grin, I parted my lips to show him my empty mouth. When he groaned again, I smirked and rose to my feet.

Panting heavily, he tucked his cock back in his boxers and pulled his jeans back up.

I pushed down the bottom of my dress and turned around in the mirror to clean up my face. As drunk as everyone was out there in the club, I was sure people would realise if I had come on my face.

My lips tipped higher when Cedric–now fully dressed–wrapped his arms around me from behind and pressed his face into my hair. As if trying to inhale and commit me to memory. He was kind enough to smooth it down for me after being the one to muss it up while he throat fucked me.

I lifted my eyes to meet his in the mirror.

“You’ve got something of mine,” I said.

“What’s that?”

“My panties.”

Cedric chuckled and shook his head. “They’re my panties now, darling.”

ChapterThirty

“Are you sure you should be driving?” I asked, my eyes squeezed shut tightly in a poor attempt to block out the sudden November sun that shone directly in my eyes.

“Yes.” Cedric nodded, but I didn't miss the wince from the movement. "I'm a great driver."

And I’m sure he was. Usually. But probably not right now. Not when we had stumbled home at 4 am and then fell asleep in each other’s arms on his sofa. Not even four hours later, Cillian came knocking to remind us that we were supposed to drive to Bath today ahead of our parents’ golf finals tomorrow.

If I wasn’t still slightly drunk from last night, I would be more excited. Thankfully, the drive was only two and a half hours long, so we’d arrive just in time for lunch. Plenty of time to sober up.

“I'm sure you usually are, but are you not hungover from last night?” I groaned, slipping my sunglasses higher up my nose. “I still feel a little drunk.”

He shook his head. “A little. I think your dad’s hungover cure is working.”

“You’ll know once it works,” I chuckled. “I think it’s not kicked in for me yet.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, completely unbeknown to the small side effect I had only recently learnt.

"As I said, you'll know it when you know it,” I answered cryptically.

“I still have no idea what that means.”

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