Page 73 of The Broker

Every muscle in me went painfully tense.

I’d just fucked up colossally, and I stumbled over words in my head, searching for the best way to apologize as she fought to recover.

But to my shock, she wasn’t looking for an apology. She straightened on her knees, seized my cock in her warm hand, and her mouth descended on me once again.

“Holy shit,” punched from my lips.

It was followed by a heavy moan because she kept going andgoing. My dick slipped deeper, to the back of her throat again and then beyond. When I reached the same place as before, she was able to hold me there for one long, blissful second.

Her gag reflex protested again, but this time when she pulled back, her gag was silent. I could only tell it happened because she pinched her eyes shut and her shoulders heaved.

In any other situation, I might have found her frustrated look amusing. Like she was annoyed she couldn’t get what she wanted. But it wasn’t amusing to me now. Her perseverance was fuckingendearing.

She didn’t want to be beaten, didn’t want to give up.

When she started her third attempt, my legs shook and the pleasure verged on overwhelming. At first, I’d wondered if she were too much of a princess to like sucking cock. I definitely wouldn’t have pegged her as being interested in deep throating, but damn.

This girl was full of surprises.

“Yes,” I said. “Fuckingyes.” My breathing had become so labored, it was hard to speak between pants. “That’s it. Take it deep.”

She backed off me just long enough to utter it through glossy lips. “Yes, Daddy.”

I had no idea if she’d said it to push my buttons and get a rise out of me, or if she meant it. Did she want me to be her daddy? And... did I want that?

Yeah, I really fucking did, since that was the thought that pushed me over the edge. My hands clamped down on her head to keep her still, and it was the only warning I could give her. The orgasm roared up from deep inside me like an inferno, swift and sweeping, and leaving everything charred in its wake.

“Oh, fuck,” I said in a rush. “Fuck.”

Every spurt was a new hit of ecstasy, and I thrust my hips erratically, pumping her mouth full of my cum. My vision narrowed in, so all I could see was her, and I slumped back against the wall.

Was it selfish to wish this moment would last forever?

It didn’t, though.

Sound returned to my ears, bringing me back to reality. We weren’t alone, and it felt like we were surrounded by the music of sex on all sides. My hands were on Charlotte’s head and my cock was buried in her mouth, and she was on her knees, unable to move.

After the mind-numbing orgasm, my brain wasn’t yet back to full strength, and the command escaped my lips without approval. “Swallow.”

The tight suction of her throat as she did it caused an aftershock of pleasure, and I flinched in response.

Had she done as I’d asked because she was a good girl, or because I hadn’t left her much choice? Goddamn, herdaddycomment had sunk its hooks into me, deep enough I worried I might not ever be able to get them completely out. I’d been so sure I’d already determined all my kinks—

But she’d unlocked this new one in me.

I released my hold of her head, and scooped my hands under her arms, lifting her up onto her feet. She sucked in a sharp breath and wobbled unsteadily at the sudden move, but I spun us again, so she had the wall at her back for support.

The kiss I dropped on her lips was quick. It was a brief detour before I bent down, grabbed the sides of my pants, and tugged them back up. She leaned against the brick, watching me do up my zipper, and her lips parted so she could drag ragged air in through them.

One of the benefits of coming was now that my orgasm was out of the way, I could put all my focus on her. And now that I had my clothes sorted, I intended to do just that.

I leaned in and set a hand on her chest, right at the base of her throat, and kissed her just above the line of my fingers. Beneath my palm, her heart was racing. Despite the heat of the room, when I coursed my hand down the front of her body, goosebumps rose on her arms.

It was a powerful feeling, knowing I had that kind of effect on her.

I followed my hand as it slid down over her bare skin, sinking to my knees in front of her. My hand didn’t stop moving, though. I trailed my fingers down her thigh, over her boot, and didn’t stop until I reached the pair of panties resting across the top of her foot.

She’d ‘worn’ this underwear long enough.

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