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I take him into my mouth, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock. Then I take him in and out, relishing his moans. I take my time, brushing his balls, following my mouth with the tight slide of my fist up and down. I’ve been waiting for this moment for fucking ever and I’m going to savor it.
“I never imagined this would go like this,” Evan murmurs. “You sucking me first. I always thought it would be the other way around.”
“Me either. But don’t worry. Once you’ve exploded in my mouth, I’m going to boss you around for the rest of the night.”
“Then I guess be prepared to get bossy because I’m going to come.”
Hell fucking yeah.
Evan gives a groan, and I open my throat. His hands are digging into my hair. Then I’m taking his hot cum with a deep, urgent growl.
A few seconds later, I’m running my thumb over my bottom lip. “Get in your bedroom. Now. I need you.”
Evan’s eyes are hooded and glazed with both satisfaction and desire. “Yes, boss.”
CHAPTER 14
Evan
Christopher hasme by the balls and is taking me into his mouth with deep, hot strokes. I briefly close my eyes as the tension builds in my cock.
I’ve wanted this for so long.
Maybe even more than I realized.
Dragging my eyes back open, I stare down at Christopher, senior partner and my former boss, on his knees on my apartment floor in his suit. “Fuck, this is so hot,” I pant. “Do you want to move to the couch?”
I’m trying to be considerate. I don’t actually want him to stop even for twenty seconds. The way his tongue is swirling over the tip of my cock, and all the way back down my length, his fingers forming a firm fist at the base…damn, it’s just too fucking good.
“No,” he pulls back long enough to murmur. “I want to be on my knees for you.”
Fuck.
I grab the back of his head and bury my fingers in his hair. Lust is coursing through me, thick and pulsating. Holding his head steady, I take over the rhythm, pumping my hard length between his lips.
“I love seeing you take my whole cock,” I tell him.
He makes an enthusiastic sound of pleasure, but he can’t speak because I won’t let him. I’m going faster now, the sound of him sucking on me making my thoughts scatter, my movements wild and out of control. He has me fully slicked up, his hands digging into my thighs.
How many nights have I imagined this? How many times did I picture me on my knees for him? Fucking hundreds at this point.
It’s better than any fantasy I’ve ever had.
“Christopher,” I tell him urgently, hips pistoning. “You need to stop.”
Hands fisting in the fabric of my joggers, he holds me tighter, a little jerk of his head indicating he has no plans to show me mercy.
It’s too late again.
I’m exploding into his mouth with a roar, his name bursting off my lips as violently as my cum spilling down his throat.
“Fuck. You just destroyed me,” I tell him when I can breathe and think and speak again.
Christopher swallows and gazes up at me. His brown eyes are dark with lust and something else I can’t quite decipher. He eases his tongue over his bottom lip. “That,” he says, ripping his tie off, “was a long time coming. Literally.”
I shake my head with a soft chuckle. “No puns, please.”
When he stands up, I cup his cheeks with both of my palms and kiss him, my mouth sweeping over his, the salty taste of me still in his mouth.
