Page 40 of One Night Seduction

“She’s a beautiful woman, you’re a lucky man.” I nod, attempting to focus on only one of the three Tom’s currently standing in front of me.

“Yeah, I know,” he says with a sigh as he lines up behind a ball and misses completely.

How long has it even been since we’ve been here? Hours? Days? Fuck, I don’t know. Long enough for me to struggle to stay standing upright.

The door swings open, Marissa and Kelly smiling widely atus. Marissa’s smile falls quickly, though, as she takes in her husband. Her eyes roll into the back of her head as she walks towards him.

“Did you guys drink yourselves under the table or what?” she tsks, looking around at all of the empty beer bottles.

“I’m stillz s-standing,” Tom defends.

Marissa sighs as she takes the pool stick from him and begins gently pushing him towards the door.

“Hey, can I put it in your ass tonight? Pleaseee?” he says as his voice disappears down the hallway.

I laugh under my breath, shaking my head as Kelly comes closer.

“You as drunk as him?”

I blink hard, looking up at her. There is only one Kelly currently, which, thank fuck for that, because I can’t imagine a world with three. I think it would actually implode on itself. Still, everything feels fuzzy and hazy, like my entire body is sluggish compared to what my brain wants it to do.

“I’m fine. How was town?”

She lifts one shoulder and takes another step towards me, the back of my legs bumping against the pool table as she closes in on me. Her hand reaches out, swirling light patterns against my chest as she wiggles her fingers.

“I got them done red, your favorite.”

Looking down at her hand, I nod. I do love red nails on a woman. Something about it is just so classically sexy. And have you seen a red manicured hand wrapped around your cock? Doesn’t get much better than that.

As if Kelly can read my mind, she reaches for my belt, slipping it off before I grab her hands with one of mine, stopping her from reaching the button of my jeans.

She looks up at me with pleading eyes, like she wants this more than anything in the world. A million memories smashinto me when I look down at her like this. Arianna keeps saying she wants to forget that we ever happened, that I should spend my energy chasing her mom or at least succumbing to her. Maybe she’s right.

Slowly, I let go of her hands, dropping my own to my side. Surprise fills her eyes as she carefully unbuttons my jeans, pulling them and my boxers down to my ankles. Looking down, I watch as she wraps her hand around my cock. Instinctually, I close my eyes and hum out a soft groan. Her buttery smooth hand strokes me up and down, twisting on the way up as she does. It feels fucking good.

“You’re so hard for me.” Kelly smiles.

I open my eyes, my vision slightly blurry as her hand continues stroking me. I don’t say anything, I just stare and watch her while her eyes stay firmly on me. Lifting my hand to her face, I cup it softly, and she nuzzles into my touch like she’s desperate for it. This is what I’m used to, giving a woman an ounce of attention and having her relish in it. This is why Arianna is so goddamn infuriating. She doesn’t listen to me, doesn’t give in. She fights me at every step and turn, and it pisses me the fuck off.

Especially when I know what a good Sub she can be for me. How beautifully she gives in to me. She’s capable of so much,weare capable of so much. She doesn’t want it, though, so I have to try to move past her.

If that’s even possible.

My hand skates across Kelly’s face before settling up to the top of her head. I push down slightly, and she automatically knows what I’m asking of her. She drops to her knees so fast, I’ll bet anything she dented the floor. Her hand releases my cock, and the next moment, her mouth is wrapped around it.

“Fuckkk,” I grit through clenched teeth.

She bobs down a little before gagging, pulling back, andsucking me down once more. Her tongue rubs against the head of my cock as she continues this rhythm. My hands move to either side of her head, weaving my fingers through her silky black hair.

Her eyes meet mine, her mouth stuffed full of my cock. It has me twitching in her mouth as she pushes me down further. Her eyes drop, and her hair falls over her face as she begins sucking the life out of my cock.

I feel my balance waver, and I don’t know if it’s from the alcohol or the blowjob. One moment blends into another and then another before I’m looking down at that long black hair, and I swear to god, I must be hallucinating because, suddenly, it’s not Kelly sucking my cock, it’s Arianna. Her pretty face is hidden, but in my mind, it’s hers. The perfume isn’t right, and the blowjob is a little sloppier than Arianna gives, but my cock throbs when I imagine the woman before me is her. So, I lean into it.

“Fuck,” I pant, thrusting my hips into her.

She gags again, trying to take me as I begin using her face to suck me. I feel her hand lift up, playing with my balls. Fuck, that’s good shit. Arianna keeps pushing me down her throat, and it feels so good to feel her again that I’m ready to fucking lose it any second.

“I want you to come down my throat.” Kelly smiles, pulling away from my cock to look up at me.

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