Page 101 of Call Me Mrs. Taylor

I have to say, I actuallywantto do this tonight.

My pulse flutters when I touch him, first his stomach, then his dick. Just a light touch, then I lean down and kiss him.

I exhale in relief. Just the smell of him makes me wet.

He doesn’t wake when I take him into my mouth. Not yet.

I drag my tongue along his length, slow, savoring the weight and the warmth.

He stiffens, growing in my mouth until he fills me up.

A low sound rumbles in his throat. His hips shift as his fingers twitch against the sheets.

His breathing changes.

Then he moves.

His fingers tangle in my hair, half-conscious, half-dead to the world.

“What…” his voice is hoarse and thick with sleep.

I hum around him, a low, vibrating sound that makes his whole body shudder. He groans, torn between pushing me away and giving in.

I know he’ll give in.

They always do.

I move off of him to reach into my new LV bag, removing the glove and the lube I brought with me. I roll it on quick and cover it with the slick gel, sucking him back into my mouth before he fully wakes.

His breath turns ragged when my hand slides down his balls. I swipe a lubed finger across his taint, my mouth still working, before I press it inside of him, slow and insistent.

He shudders again. Pushes at my head, trying to resist.

Then, he gasps.

I almost laugh, but I can’t with a mouth full of dick.

He’s done.

It’s a wrap.

“Raya…” his voice is groggy, his body tense as he fights the pleasure.

But I don’t stop.

I press against the tight ring of muscle while my mouth strokes him, my other hand massaging his balls. I have quite a rhythm going. He’s powerless.

“Shh,” I murmur. “Just let me.”

He grunts, then pants, but he doesn’t move.

He wants this.

I tease the spot, curling my finger like I’m calling his nut over to me, making his thighs clench and his thick length throb in my mouth. He’s so responsive to this. I knew he would love it.

“Oh, fuck—"

Yes, baby. Give me what I came for.

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