Page 87 of Accepted Precedent
“You’re impossible.” Kristin scoffs, nostrils flaring. “My career comes first, and I won’t let you or any other man derail that.”
“Who said anything about derailing?” As she looks away, I gently move her chin until her eyes are back on mine. “I’m not like Mick. I don’t want to get married, have kids, but… I want you. Help me walk away from politics where no one gets hurt, so I don’t have to hide how I feel about you and Mickey.”
“Well, I don’t love you.”
“If you don’t love me, then if I kiss you, you won’t kiss me back.”
“I promise I won’t.”
I lean in until our lips nearly brush. “Then again, I could be on my knees for you, and then you’d keep that promise.” Grippingher waist, I set her on the desk. “Tell me you haven’t fantasized about it.”
“I-I haven’t.”
“You’ve never imagined me, just like this?” I drop to my knees, unable to hide my amusement at the lie of a protest from her. I sit back on my heels. “The thought of me making you come with my mouth makes you wet, doesn’t it? I bet if you lifted your dress, I’d find your panties soaked for me.”
“It… it doesn’t matter.”
“Then can I taste you?”
Kristin lets out a shaky breath and whispers, “Yes.”
Any moment she could change her mind, decide there’s too much at stake and I’m not worth it. Struggling with time not being on my side—yet wanting to savor this rare opportunity—I slide my hands up her legs, pushing her dress up. As I press gentle kisses on the inside of her thighs, I hook my fingers in the lacy fabric at her hips and slowly drag her underwear down her legs. Her breath catches, but she keeps her eyes on me. With a single lick up her center, I’m fucking ruined.
Kristin lets out a sweet moan as I dive my tongue inside her, gripping the desk as I curl a few times before dragging it out. I spread her legs wider, then lick firm circles around her clit, making her gasp. She tangles her fingers in my hair, her sharp nails digging into my scalp as she pulls me closer for more friction. I’m happy to oblige, and glide two fingers in her tight pussy.
“Oh, fuck. Right there,” she rasps, and I continue the same pace and pressure—sucking, licking, stroking… whatever she needsfrom me. Her legs begin to shake and clamp around my head. “I-I’m going to come.”
There’s a good chance she’ll end this the moment she does, and I’m not willing to risk it. Desperate for more, I slow down, making the muscles in her thighs relax.
“Damn it, Andrew! I was close.”
“I know,” I chuckle against her. My cock is hard as steel, leaking precum in my damn pants. As tempted as I am to pull it out and stroke myself, I resist—this is about her, not me.
I build her up again, loving how her pussy strangles my fingers the closer she gets. Her breathing becomes labored, and she tugs my hair, guiding me exactly where she needs. With a string of swears, she comes for me, and I lap at her swollen clit until her grip loosens. Slowly dragging my fingers free, I lick them clean, and nearly come at the mere sight of her glistening pussy.
I dive back in for another taste, but she tugs on my hair until my eyes meet hers. My stomach twists into knots, worried she could be done with this—with me.
“I need more. I need you inside me.”
My cock twitches at her words. “I don’t have condoms.”
“I’m on birth control.”
“Yeah.” I huff a laugh. “We saw how that worked out for Evie.”
“I’ll get emergency contraception tonight, if you want me to. There’s no way I’ll let you knock me up—you know my career is too important to me.”
I stand and unzip my pants, freeing my cock, but her eyes widen. “Everything okay?”
“Fuck. You’re huge!”
I ignore the praise as I rub the head up and down her slick entrance, obsessed with the delicious moan she lets out with each stroke.
“Is it even going to fit?”
“I’ll be gentle,” I assure her.
I slowly press in, letting her adjust to every inch before sliding deeper. She feels too damn good—wet, warm, and fucking mine. I rock in and out of her in shallow thrusts as I tease her clit with my thumb, letting her body tell me what she needs.
