Page 100 of Fluke
“What would you like?” Taylor asks.
Pippa palms my cock, stroking it slowly up and down.
“Sir?” Taylor asks.
Pippa walks me backward until my legs hit the back of the desk chair. Then with a press of her fingertip against my sternum, sits me down.
I spread my legs as she kneels between my knees and licks the top of my cock.
I hiss, sucking in a hasty breath as her tongue flicks across the head.
“Sir? Are you there?”
“Yeah,” I say, exhaling. “Um, I’m sorry. I would like …” What was I getting? “Two burgers, please. Fries.”
I reach between us and cup her breasts. The weight of them in my hands making me even harder.
She stares up at me, batting her lashes, before plunging her mouth over my length.
“Dammit,” I whisper as she draws her lips back up again.
She giggles against my skin, sending a bolt of fire through my body.
“Would you like something to drink, sir?” Taylor asks.
“Yes. Two of whatever you have, please.”
I give Pippa a look to behave. Naturally, she does no such thing.
She rises on her knees and grabs my balls with one hand. The other moves up and down my shaft. She sucks the head like it’s a fucking popsicle before letting her spit drip onto the top and trickle down my cock.
I stand and ball my hands in her hair on either side of her head. Then I guide her mouth where I want it.
She looks up at me with wide eyes as I press myself inside her sweet little mouth.
“Be a good girl,” I whisper.
Pippa wraps her lips around me as I slide back out.
“We have …” Taylor gives me a laundry list of beverages from their quite expansive drink menu while I fuck Pippa’s mouth.
Holding her head still, I thrust in and out of her mouth—slowly at first.So fucking good. I don’t know if it’s the warmth or the wetness or her fucking eyes looking up at me like she wants to please me, but it’s the best damn thing I’ve ever felt.
It’ll never get better than this.
“Cokes,” I say, picking up my pace. “Two Cokes, Taylor.”
Pippa cups my balls, lifting them slightly before stroking them downward with a gentle, but firm, tug.
“Just like that,” I whisper.
She smiles around my dick.
“Would you like to hear about our dessert menu?” Taylor asks. “We have new offerings this month.”
“Sure.”
The sound of Pippa’s mouth slurping on my cock nearly sends me over the edge. And when she uses her other hand to rub small circles just behind my balls,I’m on the edge.
