She’s too fucking hot.
I want her.
I want her too much.
And the way she rubbed herself against my cock tells me that she was very into what we were doing.
I wouldn’t mind running my fingers all over her skin and seeing just what it takes to make her moan in pleasure.
I want to see her body bend and break under mine.
I want her lips around my cock.
My balls tighten.
I don’t know what we’re going to have to do today, but I’m looking forward to it.
I know I shouldn’t. Paola shouldn’t be affecting me like this, even if she had nothing to do with Rodrigo’s death.
When it’s our turn to pull an envelope from the box, I let Paola do it again.
She bites down on her lip when she opens it.
I don’t know what it says until she hands it to me.
A blow job.
Fuck.
I lift my gaze to hers as she makes her way toward me.
My cock strains against my pants as she lowers herself to her knees between my legs.
Her eyes find mine as she unbuckles my belt and unzips my pants.
I’m already rock hard when she frees my cock and wraps her fingers around me.
Double fuck.
She shouldn’t have this effect on me.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
She strokes me before taking me into her sweet, hot mouth. I groan as her tongue dances up and down my shaft.
She licks and sucks, and when her eyes find mine again, it takes all my willpower not to lift my hips and drive myself deeper into her mouth.
My fingers wind in her hair as I keep my eyes on her hand.
I tightly grip her hair as she struggles to take me all in.
And then I can’t take it anymore.
I spill myself down her throat.
Her neck moves as she swallows, her gaze on me.
I pull her up on the sofa next to me, and I don’t know why, but I want to kiss her.