Page 52 of Devil In A Suit

“You’re good at this,” he says, his voice barely a whisper. “I hate to think why that is.”

I smile inwardly and let my hand stroke him slowly, teasingly as I take him deeper, my mouth hot and wet around him. His head falls back, and he lets out a long groan.

I quicken my pace, hollowing my cheeks as I move up and down, feeling him slide between my lips. His body is taut withtension, and I know he’s holding back, trying not to let go too soon. I take him further and further into my throat. He swears under his breath, and I feel victorious, like I’ve got him exactly where I want him.

But there’s something else there too—something softer. I slow down, savoring the feeling of him in my mouth and his fingers relax slightly in my hair. I let my eyes drift closed as my tongue swirls like a snake around him.

I pull back just enough to breathe and find him staring at me, his gaze awed. His thumb strokes my cheek, and for a moment, it feels tender, almost affectionate.

“You’re a walking disaster when it comes to selling a house, but that’s one hell of a blowjob technique you’ve got going there,” he says, his voice low and ragged.

I don’t answer. Instead, I slide back down on his cock, while pressing my tongue flat against him and moving a much faster rhythm. I can feel him getting close to going over the edge, simply by the way his grip in my hair tightens and his hips start to move. He’s fucking my mouth.

Instantly, I go faster, my hand moving in time with my mouth, and he lets out a sound that’s half a growl, half a plea. I can feel him throbbing, so close.

“Don’t stop,” he mutters, his voice rough and needy.

I increase my speed until he’s there, his body going rigid, his breath catching in his throat. I feel the pulse of him against my tongue, the way he grips my hair like it’s the only thing keeping him anchored. He calls my name, his voice breaking.

I swallow, taking his cream, feeling the heat of him slide down my throat.

When it’s over, I pull back slowly, my lips lingering on his skin. Like a cat I lick his shaft with small delicate licks. All the while we just stare at each other, breathing heavily, the airbetween us electric and charged with something I can’t quite name.

“Not bad for a stranger, huh?” I tease, but my voice is hoarse and unsteady.

“Yeah,” he says, but his voice is oddly different and there is a strange look in his eyes. “Not bad at all.”

It would have been a great end to my performance if I could have stood up and walked out of there with my head held high, and I would have loved to be able to do that, but when I stand my knees feel week. I collapse on the sofa next to him.

I don’t know what just happened between us, but giving him that blowjob affected me in a way I did not expect. It makes me want him even more. I loved doing it more than I ever did sucking another man, and I am now convinced I’m in a lot of trouble.

I stare at him speechlessly. “I should go,” I whisper, and start to stand, but he grabs my hand and pulls me back down. I don’t fight back.

His eyes are half-lidded and mysterious. It leaves me feeling off balance like I’m teetering on the edge of something I can’t quite name. The sunlight filters through the leaves, illuminating the planes of his face, casting shadows that make him look even more dangerous and… alluring.

"You’re not done," he says, and there’s a promise in his voice, something raw and deep that makes my body respond immediately. A shiver runs down my spine, and I can feel the heat gathering between my thighs, my skin tingling with anticipation. I know what he means, and the thought sends a rush of adrenaline through me.

Of course, I’m not done.

My panties are soaking wet and my clit feels so swollen and hot. I want his mouth on me again… and again. My eyes meet his, and I’m sure he can see it—how badly I want him, how muchI need this. “I… uh…” My voice falters, and I hate how vulnerable I sound. His fingers curl into the waistband of my trousers. Before I can react, he tugs them down, the fabric sliding down my skin and pooling at my feet. He kicks them away and catches me and pulls me onto his lap.

When I am astride him, he draws my feet up to either side of his thighs, then slowly lowers my body backwards until my head is resting on the cold stones between his feet. I can smell the polish from his shoes. He seizes my knees firmly and slides me further along on the stones, then when I am in the position he desires, he parts my knees wide open. I have never been in this position before. A spray of tiny cream flowers dip from the canopy of green overhead and I watch it in a haze of anticipation and excitement.

He drops his head forward and eats at me through the lace. I grip his knees and gasp with the shock of sensations that course through me. Licking, sucking and even biting. Then he tears the lace with his teeth and eats hungrily. Far more ravenously than he did last night. As if he is starving. Like a wild animal. A wolf no less. Making slurping, growling noises as he feasts voraciously on me.

The heat from his mouth feels like fire, and I can’t stop the way my hips instinctively roll against his feral mouth, searching for more of that delicious friction. His hands are everywhere—gripping my hips, running down my sides.

The sensations are almost too much. His tongue works against me with a skill that makes me cry out, the sound loud and uninhibited. No more thoughts of Muriel. In fact, every coherent thought has slipped away as I grind mindlessly against his mouth. I start to see the sunlight filtering in through the leaves as shining spots of light, like twinkling stars, the spray of little flowers seems to glow, and I know I’m losing myself. There is no going back.

He pulls away, his lips glistening, and hoists me up into a sitting position on his lap. What? I almost start begging him to finish the job. My body aches with need.

“Take me inside you,” he commands in a voice that sends shivers through me.

With my hands on his shoulders, I lift myself, align my hips, and impale myself on his erect cock. I cry out at the jolt of sensual pleasure as he stretches me to the full. I take him in, inch by delicious inch. When I think I can’t take anymore, he grips my hips possessively and pushes me down so his cock thrusts deeper and deeper into me. His eyes lock onto mine with a look full of pure lust. When I’m finally fully seated, he allows a pause, the perfect moment suspended in a shared breath as if the entire universe has stopped just for us.

His hands slide up my body.

I can feel the warmth of his touch through the thin fabric. It’s almost reverent the way he looks at me like he’s savoring every second, every inch of my skin that he’s about to uncover. His eyes lock onto mine, and the intensity in them sends a shiver down my spine, making me ache for more.

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