Page 56 of Vanilla and Vice

Once I finally made an appearance, I spoke to everyone and hosted just enough to be considered socially acceptable. When I was done with that, I disappeared into my office.

Instead of grabbing a glass, I grabbed one of the decanters on my bar and tilted it to my lips.

I was weak.

So fucking weak.

Crashing onto the black leather couch in my office, I reached down and undid the button on my slacks and slid the zipper down.

My cock was hard and angry, tight from the pressure of an unfulfilled promise.

I gripped it, hissing at the pleasure and pain. My balls ached, begging me to give in.

And so I did.

I tugged up, rolling my head on the back of the couch with a sigh. Stroking up and down, careful to put pressure where I wanted it most, I worked my cock until the pain in my balls slowly dissolved, leaving only pleasure.

I closed my eyes, envisioning Eden’s sweet smile. I imagined her looking up at me through her lashes and grinning.

She wanted me.

She wanted to taste me.

She wanted me to fuck her so hard and so fast that she screamed and came all over my throbbing dick.

In my imagination, she dropped to her knees and took me into her warm mouth, her tongue swirling around my engorged head before she tickled the hole a bit with the tip of her tongue.

She worked her hand down my shaft, her mouth following the path until she took all she could into her mouth. My tip sliding into the back of her throat until she began to gag a bit.

Her saliva coated me, warming my dick and lubing it as her mouth worked up and down on me.

“Yeah, angel, just like that,” I whispered. “Suck my cock, baby.”

If only my imagination was real.

If only she were there, kneeling in front of me like a virginal sacrifice and servicing me to the edge of insanity.

I pumped harder, the pleasure so extreme I was starting to feel dizzy. My breathing was rough and fast, my hips tense as I thrust into my palm.

In my mind, Eden was reaching down and palming my balls, massaging them as her sweet sucking and tugs pulled my orgasm from deep inside.

I was getting closer the more she sucked.

The harder she sucked.

She licked.

Massaged.

It was so fucking good.

“Fuck, angel. That feels so fucking good. You want me to come in your mouth, don’t you? You want to taste me? Want my cum to cover your tongue before you swallow it?”

In my mind, she nodded, sucking harder as I reached the end.

Then the sound of my office door echoed throughout the room, and I opened my eyes to see Eden standing there looking at me. Watching me jerk off while in my imagination she was blowing me.

I couldn’t stop.

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