Page 34 of Handling the CEO

“Told you so.”

A celebratory growl of my own makes her brace herself by putting her palms on the wood paneling, but not before securing the skirt in the elastic, green lighting my impromptu apéritif idea.

“I am glad I didn’t believe you earlier, or we would have never left your house,” my snarl doesn’t give her the option to respond as I put my lips on her very panty-less pussy. Her sweet flavor floods my mouth and lap at her folds, crazy about her.

I lift one of her legs over my shoulder for better access, but quickly decide it’s not enough, and that I want her fully under my control, and ignoring her gasp I hold her ass up with one hand and raise the other leg, and recommence my feast while holding her up against the wall.

“Fuck, Jon, this is too much,” she cries, but I was already tasting her arousal on my tongue. My tongue circles around her clit and she moans, and looking up, I see one of her hands snuk under her top and she is touching her breast.

My cock is painfully hard, but I am not ready to let her down yet, and I suck on her nub and bring my index around her entrance, and start mindlessly pumping into her. The sounds coming out of her validate my every swipe of the tongue and graze of my beard against her inner thigh. When I add a second finger, I glance back up at her and her closed eyes and parted lips are a vision.

DJ is so responsive that I struggle to focus, just wanting to marvel at her pinching her nipple under her bra and letting me be savaged by the animal I turned into, incapable of stopping. I keep going, groaning, as every lap of her folds and pump in her pussy brings us both too close to the edge. I start remembering the Cessna service manual pages so I don’t come without even getting my dick out, glad that I can tell by the staccato in her breath that she is near coming.

I help her along by adding a third finger and increasing my rhythm. The convulsions around my hand don’t take long to manifest, as her channel is squeezing my digits and her juices flood my beard.

The best hors d'oeuvre in the world and I am the lucky bastard to have it. I bask in the taste of my woman, not wasting any of her savor as she quivers, and I hold her even tighter.

The tremors subside with the sound of her panting and I lower her, noticing how her head leans on the wall and her eyes remain closed. She is still living through her orgasm, and I am powerless from rising and kissing her again.

“This was a really good diversion. This boat is really stable. Me… not so much now,” she whispers against my mouth.

“I am delighted you agree. Wasn’t my original plan… but I can’t seem to help myself around you,” I admit. The knowing smirk and devilry in her eyes tell me how pleased she is about that outcome.

“One thing I am not in agreement with.” She mock-pouts and I want to bite that plump lower lip. “Why are you allowed to have a starter and I am not?”

I don’t even have time for my neurons to fire up when she uses the element of surprise to put me against the wall. With a Cheshire-cat smile she descends, taking my shorts and underwear along.

“I won’t last long, Avril.” It’s my turn to wheeze as my cock juts toward her and the spectacle of DJ at my feet, licking her lips and craving me, makes my heart flutter.

“Good,” she states, the glint in her eyes promising many wicked things. “Then grab my hair and use my mouth already, caveman.”

My groan can be heard from the other side of town, as my woman takes me deep inside, already choking on me, tears around her eyes. I snap and do what I was told, fisting that alluring ponytail, and start driving in faster, not taking my focus off her face. The sight of my dick sliding between her lips reduces my vocabulary to—very loud—interjections and solitary vowels.

I wish I could have held on longer, the warmth and moisture of her mouth heavenly, but the moment DJ starts massaging my nuts, I surrender. Pulling on her hair harder, my shaft throbs and takes advantage of her accommodating mouth to release.

The surge of electricity from my balls to my cock connects with the rest of my body. Everything spirals out in color and light, like all synapses in my brain fire simultaneously, ruining and rebuilding me, and leaving me dumbstruck.

Depleted, my knees give out and I slide down the oak wood panel at my back. A rather smug-looking Dahlia climbs over my legs and puts her arms on my shoulders.

“Do you think it’s bad we both put out on our first date?” she asks and my eyes pop open to trying to convey that it was not my intent, but the second I do, I am faced with a self-congratulatory, beaming grin, so I reconsider my response.

“I want to say that I’m upset about the development… but…” I leave it there as she is obviously not disappointed either.

“Are there any places you are afraid to go to?” DJ’s expression is still playful, her nails going through my hair, scratching my skull, a million pinprick-like sensations traveling down my back.

“Mm?” Words escape me, my eyelids dropping under the unplanned head massage.

“I mean… it’s only fair we work on your phobias too, isn’t it?”

I open one eye and she giggles.

“I see, maybe next time you can pick the date, and see what you find,” I counter.

“Oh, you are optimistic about a second date huh?” Her teasing reawakens me, reminding myself my trousers are around my ankles, and that I have a commando queen on top of me.

“What I am positive about is that you shouldn’t be asking questions you already know the answer to. For example, ‘is Jon getting hard again?’ and ‘should I sit in his lap wearing just this skirt?’ are rhetorical.”

“Are all these answers ‘yes’, by any chance?” DJ bites her lower lip, brown eyes boring into me again, this time with mischief and roguery. For the third time today, I pounce on her, flattening her against the carpet in no seconds flat.

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