Page 20 of Personal Foul

I groan at the feel, causing him to answer with a growl of his own.

“Fuck, babe. If you keep doing this, I’m going to come.”

I chuckle, making him hiss.

I grip his thighs as I methodically move my head up and down against him. After a few moments, I lightly graze my teeth against him, causing his knees to about give out.

“Fuck.”

His curse makes me want to smile. I might not give head often, but I’ve watched enough porn.

When his hand reaches up to curl around my throat, I smile. Much like my dream self, I ache at the thought of him going all alpha on me.

Knowing he can feel every movement of my throat, I pause against his pelvis, with his dick firmly lodged in my throat, then I swallow hard. His hand flexes against my throat, giving me a slight pinch of pressure, my pussy throbbing.

I didn’t think this through. I only wanted to tease him. Show him how good it could be. Now I’m going to be aching all day.

Deciding it’s time for the finale, I pump him in and out of my mouth, gazing up at him as I do so. The glazed look of pure lust and adoration causes me to lose my rhythm. The look in his eye is way more than casual, which is more than I can handle right now.

Looking back down, I reach out, cupping his balls.

Within seconds, both of his hands are in my hair, guiding me along his dick.

“If you don’t stop, I’m going to come down your throat,” he warns.

Good. That was the plan,I think to myself.

Then he spills into my throat, holding my head against him until tears fill my eyes. Then he releases me, falling back against the wall.

I stand, watching him through heated eyes. I run my finger along my bottom lip to catch stray cum, setting it on my tongue, sucking. Garrett growls, “You fucking siren.”

“Your siren,” I tease.

“Damn right you’re mine.” He prowls towards me, grabbing my hips.

I push him back. “Time for you to get your work out in,” I remind him. I turn around and bend down to grab my clothes.

Garrett steps behind me, pushing his cock against my ass, making me moan.

“So fucking wet. Did sucking my cock make you wet,mi reina?”

“You know it did.” I smirk over my shoulder, pulling away.

“Let me take care of you,mi reina.”

“Later.” I pull on my blouse then step into my skirt. I turn to face Garrett. “You need to pull up your shorts and hit the gym before someone notices you’re not there.”

Garrett bats my hands away from the buttons on my blouse, he runs his knuckle over my nipples, tweaking them, making me whimper.

“I was right,” he whispers while buttoning my blouse for me.

“About?” I lean forward and kiss him.

“We’re meant to be together. No use in fighting it now.” He steps back, looking me over. “Just remember, turnabout is fair play.”

“I can’t wait.” I smirk. “See you later?”

“Like you had to ask,” he scoffs, walking out the door.

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