Page 36 of Rafferty

“Good,” she murmurs, pulling her head back to peer up at me. “And you need to shred that check.”

“You need to cash it.”

“Things are different. This isn’t a job anymore,” she counters.

“But you earned it when it was a job,” I argue.

“We’ll talk about it later,” she says, going to her tiptoes and pressing her mouth to mine.

I think it’s just going to be a soft kiss, but her tongue slides past my lips and I’m instantly aroused. I slip my hand to the back of her head, grab a fistful of her hair and peel her off me for a moment. “We should eat dinner first. I’ve got everything ready to go.”

“I’m not hungry for food,” she purrs, and God help me, she places her palm against my crotch to squeeze my thickening erection. “I’m hungry for this.”

Now, I’ve tried to be gallant. Up until this moment, I was ready to insist she let me feed her, but I’m sorry… no red-blooded male can push a woman away when she’s palming his cock and saying she’s hungry for it.

I bend at the waist and haul Tempe up and over my shoulder. She giggles loudly, bracing her hands on my back as I stride to my bedroom, my long legs eating up the distance.

At the edge of my bed, I lower her to the ground and we stare at each other for a long moment. Her chest rises and falls and my heart feels like it’s going to explode out of my chest. Tempe’s hands go to the button of my jeans and every hot fantasy I’ve had about her—there have been quite a few—are on the verge of coming to life. I’m so close to having her mouth on my cock, a favor she’s wanted to repay since I licked her to an orgasm night before last, and there can’t be anything in this world that I want more.

Except… images of me on my knees before her, her leg draped over my shoulder and the way she writhed under the pressure of my tongue.

“Get your pants off.” I respond thickly, tongue heavy in my mouth.

“Wh-wh-wh-at?” she stammers.

“You heard me,” I say, putting my hand to the center of her chest and pushing her gently. The backs of her legs hit the edge of my bed and I push her down onto it. “Here… let me handle it.”

Quick, efficient and kind of digging her startled gasp, I pull off her shoes and socks, followed by her leggings and panties.

“Rafferty,” she cries out as I whip the pink silk from around her ankles and toss them over my shoulder. “I’m supposed to be—”

“Shut up,” I order, flashing her a grin before I spread her legs apart, once more dropping to my knees and this time both legs go over my shoulders.

Tempe shrieks when my mouth presses against her soft femininity, and Jesus, my head spins. She tastes delectable, just as I remembered.

The soft, velvety skin presses against my face, the heat and wetness engulfing me. I feel her inner muscles contract around my tongue as it delves and explores every inch of her. Her hips move in a steady rhythm, urging me to continue.

It’s obvious how good this feels to Tempe, but it fucking feels amazing to me as well. My dick is hard as a rock and I want to fuck her, but my determination to give her the most intense oral sex she’s ever had spurs me on. The taste of her arousal on my tongue is so addictive.

Her hands grip my head, her fingers tangling in my hair as she pulls me closer, pushing my face deeper into her. I love her demanding ways, but I’m stronger than she is. I pull back slightly, teasing her with light licks before diving back in with more force. Her swollen clit begs for attention, and I oblige by swirling my tongue, alternating with gentle nibbles and hard pushes.

Tempe moans and writhes, turning me on even more. I have to reach down to readjust myself, my erection pressing painfully against my zipper.

I curse under my breath as I continue pleasuring her, feeling the intensity building between us. Every flick of my tongue brings us both closer to the edge.

Tempe’s movements are fervent and desperate. She lets out a deep breath, her legs tensing as I continue to bring her closer and closer to climax.

But I just need more.

I abruptly rise with a sense of urgency.

“What are you doing?” Tempe demands, and I bet if she could have gotten her hands on my head, she would have pulled me back down. Her cheeks are pink, her eyes glazed, and the pure desire within them has me nearly delirious with the need to get off.

“I want to feel you come while I’m balls deep inside you.” I pull out my wallet, nab the condom.

If I thought Tempe’s gaze was heated before, she nearly incinerates me with her smile. She surges upward, grabbing at my jeans. I watch spellbound as her fingers deftly release the button, zipper, and then she’s pulling my cock free from its confines. I groan as she squeezes me around the base.

I try to open the condom, but I can’t concentrate with her hand on me. Tempe seems more in control at this moment, so I shove the foil packet at her. Her laugh is husky as she takes it, fingers moving with assurance against the wrapping, and once she has it free, I bend down and sneak a hard kiss before ordering, “Put it on.”

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