Page 8 of Filthy Desire

She slid one warm, slim hand in his pants, delved into his boxer briefs and pulled out his leaking cock. Gripping the base and without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and wrapped those full lips around his pulsing head, then swallowed him down.

Fuck, she didn’t have a goddamn gag reflex because she kept on going and thirty seconds later, his dick was snug in the heat of her throat.

Holy fucking shit.

She hummed and the vibration on his cockhead felt amazing. His heavy balls tingled, and he knew he wasn’t going to last. Fuck, he’d just wet his dick. He shouldn’t be ready to come yet.

He saw the determination in her green gaze. She thought she was winning this game, but she had no idea who she was playing with.

Gio punched his hips forward, shoving his cock in deeper, fucking her face. She surprised him by letting go of his dick and placing her hands on her thighs, leaving her totally at his mercy.

Fuck, that was hot.

He let himself give into temptation and gripped her hair, the soft, thick strands tangling in his fingers. Then he angled her head just the way he needed it and pumped his hips. Over and over, his hips took on a life of their own. He wasn’t going to last. She sucked harder and Gio’s balls drew up tight.

Motherfucker, her mouth was like the first hit of coke. Dizzying, electrifying, and so fucking good.

He wanted more, more, more.

One, two more thrusts, and he was spilling down her throat in a hot, wicked rush. The orgasm ripped through his body like a massive wave, taking him under. He blinked and looked down, watching his cum drip down the sides of her mouth. She was beautiful and filthy, and he wanted to wreck her again. In every possible way.

Good thing she couldn’t read minds.

Even though the amused glint in her eyes told him otherwise. It sparked his temper.

He pulled out, tucked himself in, and zipped up.

“I thought you were saving that load for my ass,” she murmured, her voice hoarse.

“Next time,” he replied and reached back, gripping the edge of his desk.

His legs were weak and that realization was a complete mindfuck.

No, not a mindfuck. It was just a good blowjob. Spectacular. The best he’d ever had. That’s all.

“Next time?” she asked as she wiped her mouth with her hand.

“Come on, Kara, you really didn’t think that one blowjob would make up for your fuck up, did you?” he sneered.

“Yes, because I’m that good.”

“It was satisfactory,” he panted, still catching his breath.

That orgasm was like seeing heaven.

“It was better than that and you know it. I sucked out half your brain through your cock.”

Gio let out a laugh before he knew what was happening. Then he cleared his throat and resumed his usual glare. He would not let this woman charm him. She was far too wily and talented for her own good.

“That may be but, thankfully, the other half still works. And we aren’t done here. I’ve decided that you’re going to be my exclusive escort for the time being.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

Her eyes narrowed. “For how long?”

“However long I wish. Until I’m satisfied. You want to save your business, don’t you?” He reminded her.

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