Page 8 of Downfall

I’ll go into business with Ryan. He’ll be my CFO in whatever technology company we start, and we won’t stop until we make it big.

I keep typing, my knee bouncing and metal blaring in my ears. I can see what each line of code will do, how it will all work together to form the software program I’m creating. It’s a strange kind of bliss—calming and gratifying to see it take shape.

Bliss, kind of like what I’m feeling between my legs right now.No, wait. Get it together, Kolson. You’re working.But, fuck, that feels good. And… is that… my music is gone and has been replaced with moaning.Did someone turn on porn on my phone?

I try to focus, my knee starting to bounce again, but a hand holds it down. That can’t be possible…

I wake with a start and hear a muffled giggle.What the fuck?

A moan erupts from my throat, and I realize where the porn sounds were coming from: me.

“Oh, fuck. Siren. God, that feels amazing. I thought I was dreaming.”

“Mmm,” she hums around my dick, not bothering to reply, just continuing to bob up and down, taking me deep into her mouth.

The sun is shining through the window of her bedroom, and it must be pretty late in the morning already.

I prop myself up on my elbows, sliding my gaze to Abby’s as she stares up at me. It seems she’s already showered and dressed. Her hair and makeup done. I must have been sleeping like a rock.

Wrapping one of my hands in the hair at her nape, I take over, encouraging her to take me further. She gags once and tears form, so I let up, but she just takes another inch, a look of determination in her eyes. Gripping her hair tighter, I urge her forward, thrusting gently into her throat. She breathes heavily through her nose and relinquishes control to me.

I hold her in place, my cock touching the back of her throat, and I groan as she swallows around the head, reaching up to caress my balls in her hand.

“You look so sexy like this. Full of my cock and fresh mascara running down your face.” I lighten my hold, allowing her to back off and get a breath. She brings her other hand up to stroke my shaft, licking around the head and gently sucking the sensitive underside.

I can’t take much more, and I don’t want to come in her mouth. If I’m coming anywhere, it will be in her pussy as she milks my cock. I need to be inside her, to feel her gripping me as she comes.

Reaching down, I grab her elbow and pull her toward me, forcing her to release me with a pop. She starts to whine, but I cut her off.

“Take off your clothes, Abby.”

Scrambling off the bed, she makes quick work of her floral sundress, large black flowers decorating the white fabric. The sweetheart neckline and thin straps draw attention to her ample breasts, making my mouth water. Her matching light pink strapless bra and lacy panties go next, but when she reaches down to unhook her wedges, I stop her.

“Leave those on. On the bed, hands and knees.”

She just stares at me, running her tongue over her bottom lip as I track the motion from my place on the bed. She looks like she has something to say, so I sit up, waiting as patiently as I can, but ready to give another command if she doesn’t spit it out soon.

“Siren—”

“I’m on birth control,” she blurts, a bit louder than necessary.

“Um, okay. Thanks for telling me,” I say, raising my eyebrow and hoping she’s saying what I think she’s saying.

“And I’m clean. So if you’re clean, too, then—”

“I’m clean, siren.” Climbing off the bed, I pull her to me, dropping a kiss to her forehead. “I was just at the doctor’s a few weeks ago and haven’t been with anyone since. So, I won’t tell you again. Get. On. Your. Knees,” I tell her, tipping my head toward the bed.

This time she doesn’t hesitate, climbing onto the bed and resting on all fours on top of the comforter. She drops to her elbows, her pussy on display for me, and I groan, rubbing both hands down my face. I move behind her, running my fingers down her spine. When I reach the crease of her ass, she whips her head around, glaring at me over her shoulder.

I chuckle. “Another time, maybe.”

With both hands, I skim her round cheeks, squeezing and stroking my way toward her center. And, just like every other time I’ve touched her, she’s soaked for me. I easily slide two fingers into her waiting cunt, thrusting greedily as she drops to her elbows and moans.

“Demon, fuck me. I need you. Please.”

And call me a pushover, but I would give her anything if she begged for it like that. Sliding my fingers out of her, I palm my dick, using the slickness on my fingers and my precum to give myself a couple smooth pumps before plunging into her.

Now that I’ve had her like this, nothing will ever compare to feeling her bare. My head falls back, her pussy squeezing me as she coats my bare cock in her arousal. And by the sounds she is making, she feels the same way. I want to make her scream my name, or black out from the pleasure again like she did last night. I will never get enough of her, that much I am certain of. She’ll crave me just as much by the end of the night.

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