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“Suck.” I slowly close my mouth, wrapping my tongue around his thumb and gently sucking on it. A groan reverberates from his chest, sending goosebumps dancing all over my skin.

He has managed to incite a level of excitement in my body that I didn’t think he could. I watch as his eyes flutter closed. There is nothing inherently sexual about sucking someone’s thumb, but pair that with his British accent and my god, I’m a fucking puddle on the floor. I must’ve missed that from before. The loud music and chatter in the bar must’ve downed his accent out slightly. I reach up, taking hold of his wrist and his eyes snap open.

“Take off my belt, love.”

My nails slide down his shirt covered chest and I feel every single taut muscle that lies beneath it and my mouth waters with desire. Not breaking eye contact, I find the buckle and begin working it open, still sucking softly on his thumb.

Once the buckle is open, I stop. I want to go further, but for some reason, I think he will enjoy this more. A slow smilespreads across his face and he removes his thumb from my mouth.

“Good girl.” Jesus Christ, he hasn’t even touched me, his words alone are about to make me come.

“Tell me what you want, love.” Taking hold of my throat and stroking it softly between both of his palms. I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

“I don’t… I don’t know.” I do, but not yet. A deep chuckle fills the room. I can see why women have fallen for him.

“Yes, you do. I can see it written all over that beautiful face.” His lips connect with my jawline, causing me to suck in a tight breath and another attack of goosebumps does the Mexican wave across my entire fucking body. My god he’s fucking incredible. “Let me see those beautiful blue eyes, love.” Another kiss. “Open your eyes baby.”

Baby.

The word that would usually make me feel violently sick, could’ve possibly just given me what I love to call ‘fanny flutters.’ His voice is deep and guttural but posh at the same time. His words constantly enunciated when he speaks. I need to relax, or this will be over far quicker than I want it to be. But fuck me, he sounds like that fucking vampire from The Vampire Diaries all well-spoken and shit.

“I w-want to suck your cock.” Why in the hell am I fucking stuttering? I know what I’m here for, but I’ve been in this room with him for maybe five minutes and already I’m a fucking mess. His eyes darken at my confession.

“Take it out.”

Don’t have to tell me fucking twice. My fingers scramble to the button on his black dress trousers and I make light work of the zip too as I yank it down and release his-

Fuck ME that’s a big fucker!

His very thick, very big cock. Are all British men this big?

The palm of his hand rests on top of my head, gently pushing me to my knees and I willingly go. If this were anyone else, I’d punch them in the dick but seeing as Nathan here asked so nicely in that fucking disgustingly hot accent, I can’t resist. I’d give him my entire bank balance if he asked for it.

Don’t forget Ashley.

My knees hit the carpet of the seedy hotel with a thump and the simple act of me being on my knees makes alarm bells ring in my ears like shellshock. I’m on my knees for a strange man in a hotel room in the middle of nowhere and I’m so unbelievably turned on I can already feel my soaked thong against my shaved pussy. I don’t know why I do it, but I look up at him.

“Good girl,” he praises me, and I’m about to lose it. As a feminist, that ‘good girl’ shit is sickening. I’m not a fucking child, my guy. But again, hearing him say it just makes me desperately want to please him in any way he wants. He nods down at me, giving me the go ahead and I return my gaze back to the veiny, and very angry cock that makes my hand look childlike.

I poke out my tongue, flicking it across the head of his penis and licking the precum from his tip. The taste of him explodes onto my tongue and I groan. Hollowing out my cheeks I slowly suck him into my mouth at a torturous pace and work my hand up and down in a gentle twisting motion. I might have no gag reflex but there’s no way this fucker is fitting all the way back there. But hey, I’ll give anything a go.

“Fuck.” He croaks from above me. Fisting his hand in my blonde waves. The tightening hold causing my eyes to water.

He pulls himself from my mouth and crouches down in front of me. “Open your fucking mouth wider, love. I’m going to fuck that throat till you choke.” I immediately comply and open it as wide as I can. Why am I unable to dislocate my jaw like a snake and take all of him? Life just isn’t fair sometimes.

Righting himself above me, he places one hand under my jaw and the other on top of my head and slides the tip of his cock in my mouth. I poke out my tongue and tip my head back slightly so I can accommodate him better.

“You’ve done this before. Such a good fucking girl,” he croons and my inner goddess fucking screams at me.

This might be the sexiest fucking thing in my life and I’m just letting him treat me like this. He doesn’t even give me a chance to fucking breathe before he thrusts forward. My eyes bulging out the sockets as the head of his cock hits the back of my throat and he holds it there.

“Fuuuck!” he growls. He drops his head back and even though my chest burns from the lack of oxygen I don’t move. All I want to do is please him. Right here in this moment and I have no fucking idea why.

My chest constricts. My eyes begin to water and that all too familiar burn travels up my chest. The first choke releases and he pulls out immediately. Thick saliva connects from my mouth to his cock as he smiles down at me.

“Breathe through your nose,” his tone confident and commanding.

“Fuck my face, Nathan. I can take it.” He laughs then, so I slide my hands up the back of his thighs and pull him back to me. Back into the deep fuck hole that is my mouth and I suck him all the way to the base. He begins thrusting in me and my eyes roll back in my head.