Page 37 of Under Fire

“Sir, is that a lollipop?” she asked in her sweetest, most innocent voice.

He couldn’t contain the guttural noise that escaped his throat, hearing the words drip off her perfect lips. Reaching up to swirl and pinch her own nipples, she arched her back, presenting her wet pussy to him.

“Please, fuck me,” she pleaded.

“I can’t— I mean it.” He stood his ground, not even sure what he was standing on anymore. “You got yours. I’m just here to help.”

Not buying it, Alisa sat up in front of him, gripping his hips and waist, worshipping his stomach. He knew he was in shape, and he knew the effect it had on women. He just didn’t usually give a fuck. But Alisa? She made him feel a sense of pride.

She pawed at the edge of his boxers, sending him pouting and pleading looks. He remained still, hating how he had to do the right thing and walk away. That was his moment to prove that he wasn’t that type of guy. He wasn’t an asshole.

But holy fuck— It was damn impossible with those full lips kissing down his treasure trail.

“Please,Sir.” She tugged at his boxers, asking him to let her pull them down. “I want it.”

Breaking, he reached down and popped out his cock, letting the thick appendage bounce and smack her in the face. Surprised once again, she gasped as she took his length in her hands. He could tell right away she wasn’t experienced, but her enthusiasm and arousal were more than enough for him.

“What do you want me to do?” She pouted her lips against the tip, gently touching her tongue against his pre-cum, clearly savoring the taste.

He groaned, holding the back of her head in place, realizing how fucking bad he needed that release. Was he really going to let this happen? What about not taking advantage of her?

Christ.

“Open your mouth.”

And she did.

Her mouth widened just enough to take his cock in, and she danced her tongue around it. He didn’t miss how her eyes rolled back briefly, like it was turning her on as much as it was him. God, he was going to fucking lose it.

“Use your hands,” he instructed her, holding them around his base where her mouth just could not reach. Pumping them and showing her, he realized she was a good student—a quick study. “That’s it—just like that.”

He intertwined his hands in her long dark hair and quickened her pace, pushing and pulling her hair like a lever. He let himself get rougher and rougher with her, hearing her moan in pleasure as she sucked his cock.

“Say my name while you suck.” Warren’s tone grew more aggressive, achieving the intended effect.

Eager to please, Alisa mumbled words as she sucked his cock, all while choking and gasping for air. The vibration of her words as she took his length was enough to get him throbbing nearly in pain. Feeling her spit run down the base and over his balls made it all even hotter.

It probably went on for minutes, but it felt like seconds. Her imperfect blow job was the hottest damn thing he’d ever had. She was driving him wild. Everything amateur, inexperienced, unpolished about Alisa just felt so authentic—like he was getting the raw cut—him and him alone. And that was so damn unlike any other woman that usually chased him.

Gripping her hair, pumping into her mouth, he let out a guttural grunt as he released his cum into her, feeling her drink it all down with so much goddamn enthusiasm.

“Show me your tongue,” he demanded through ragged breaths, roughly angling her head just right, intently watching her as she licked any remnants off his cock.

Like an obedient sub, Alisa leaned backward, opening her mouth to prove that she’d swallowed every last drop. The way her tits knocked together threatened to make him hard all over again. He fucking loved manipulating her body the exact way he wanted it. He fucking loved being her Dom.

“Good girl.” He ran his hands down her hair, affectionate and caring. “Good fucking girl.”

He pulled her down onto him as they fell onto her bed together, that damn gold chain around her neck slapping against his chest.

Post-climax, they both found themselves in sated stillness. Tightly holding her against him, he kissed her hair too many times, saying what he shouldn’t. High on the moment, he uttered things in the dark that he had no place saying to an engaged woman.

And as his tired eyes turned to slits and him running his hand over her silky black hair, his spent mind wondered what that tiny sparkle of light was shining from his chest. Then he realized that it was the diamond on her damn engagement ring, sparkling in the moonlight.

Sinking into sleep, Warren refused to acknowledge that they had an expiration date—and that they were nothing more than a fucking ticking time bomb.

Chapter Thirteen

Warren

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