Page 50 of Bad at Love

“More than,” he grits out. “Do it again. Please.”

I lick the tip of his cock again, enjoying the sounds he makes when I do. It’s bobbing all over the place, jumping around, needing more than what I’m giving. I will give him more, but right now, I’m having fun.

“How does that feel so good?” he breathes out.

“That’s nothing,” I say. “Trust me, you’re in for a wild ride.”

I get to my feet, and his jaw drops open.

“What are you—why—”

I want to laugh at his panic. He thinks I’m stopping? Thinks I’m going to leave him hanging? He’s nuts. There’s no way I’m giving this up. He is one in a million, and I’d be dumb to not take everything he’s willing to give. Money or no money, this is happening.

“Get on the bed.”

He glances at the bed, then back at me. He doesn’t move.

“What’s the problem?”

“That mattress is—”

“Are you fucking kidding?” I ask, huffing out a breath.

He snaps his mouth shut, and I step to him, getting right in his face.

“If you want me to suck your cock, Gabriel, you’ll get on the goddamn bed.”

I’ve never seen the guy move so fast. I take off his pants, throwing them away before crawling between his legs.

“There are so many things I would love to do to you,” I say as I look down at him. “Get your shirt off.”

“My shirt?”

“Things will go a lot easier when we’re doing this if you do what I say without questioning it.”

He nods and hurriedly gets his shirt off.

Interesting. All he needs is a firm tone and then he’ll listen? Wonder if that’ll work outside the bedroom, too.

“After I make you come, you’re going to bed. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to go right to sleep.”

“Yes.”

“We will discuss this in the morning, because I have a lot of questions and I’m pretty sure that the contract we signed will need to be rewritten.”

“O-okay.”

I run my hands up the outsides of his thighs, then along his stomach, causing his back to bow from the bed. He’s soft in all the right places, firm in the right ones. He doesn’t have defined abs, but his stomach is flat and toned. Same with his thighs and arms, and every other part of him too.

I can tell by his leaking cock this won’t take long, and that’s fine with me. The quicker he comes, the more I can make him come—and that is an addicting thought.

Getting comfortable between his thighs, I lick a line from his balls to the tip, then wrap my lips around him and suck. His hips are off the bed, inadvertently shoving his dick down my throat.I gag and he groans. Using my weight and my forearm over his lower belly, I push him back to the bed, lifting off his dick just to get some breath and then I go back down, deep throating him and fighting the urge to gag. I’ve choked on a lot of cock in my day and still haven’t gotten over this stupid gag reflex.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he chants, hands fisting the bedsheets. I swear I hear them tear. I hold him to the back of my throat, feeling his dick throb. When I pull up, I suck hard, then go back down, using my tongue to massage the underside of his dick.

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