Page 86 of Souls and Sorrows
“Look, Hillary, I want something worth my time. If I’m taking on an investment,” He pauses as I yank him free, giving the long, heavy weight of him a rough stroke. His Adam’s apple jumps beneath his skin, and I rise up onto my knees, swirling the beads of pre-cum around his crown.
“If you’re taking on an investment?” Hillary repeats, clearly growing impatient even though she’s the one asking him for a favor.
His grip on the armrests tightens, his knuckles bleaching as I line myself up with his tip, rubbing it between my sensitive flesh and coating it in my arousal.
I’m trembling, impossibly wound with desire for him that I can barely see straight. I don’t bother taking off my heels or my ring, and I don’t even stop to let him undress first. Don’t care that anyone might pass by or try to come in and see me buck naked on his lap, about to swallow him whole.
He nudges against me, and I suck my bottom lip into my mouth, sinking down a fraction of an inch.
Oh fuck.
The stretch is uncomfortable—he must be the biggest I’ve had, and my pussy is seriously out of practice.
Hands claw at my hips, indenting the skin as I drop down another inch, coaxing him in. My heart lurches into my throat, and I grab on to his shoulders, steadying myself against the onslaught of intense pressure.
I fall forward, moving my hips to continue working him inside of me, pulling up and then going lower, accepting more. At the halfway point, it feels so fucking good that I think I might faint, so I lean forward and press my face into his neck, pacing myself.
His pulse is erratic, alarming and frenzied, and I stare at it while it throbs beneath the surface of his skin.
“If I’m taking on an investment,” he finally manages, speaking again to the woman on the phone, startling me momentarily, “I want to make sure I’m getting my effort’s worth. It doesn’t really matter where my exact loyalties lie, so long as we’re both certain that, at least in the moment, I would rather not be anywhere else.”
And when he pushes his pelvis up from the chair, driving into me the rest of the way and obliterating every thought in my mind, my mouth falls open, and my teeth sink into him, catching the moan that shreds my throat apart.
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I’m fucked.
So unbelievably, irrevocably fucked.
I had no idea it would feel like this. Like being overtaken by inescapable flames and at the same time continuing to pour kerosene on yourself so that you don’t ever stop burning.
Happily, I realize. This is the kind of fire you don’t mind. The kind you’d sit with for the rest of eternity, if only you could keep remembering how incredible it first felt.
Ariana’s mouth has an iron grip on my neck, and it takes every ounce of strength I can muster not to blow the second I feel her bear down on me. The feel of her exquisitely sopping pussy wrapped tight around my cock is indescribable, and mixed with the bite of pain as she scores her teeth into my skin, I think thismustbe what heaven feels like.
I can’t imagine it being anything less. Why else then would so many be willing to die in its honor?
Hillary Smith babbles away, trying to make some sense out of my response to her question about compensation. I’ve already forgotten what she wanted in the first place.
All the blood rushes to my dick, which is so swollen that I think any movement might set me off. Ariana rocks her hips, trying to get me to do something, but I can’t budge on account of how deliriously good it all feels.
I will not have a repeat of the night in the limo.
“Jesus, Cash,” she whispers, finally releasing me. “You’re huge.”
Squeezing her hip, I turn my chin up to the ceiling, my control hanging on by a measly thread. “Has to match the personality.”
She leans back, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and I take a second to admire the absolute perfection that is her body. Taut stomach and hard muscle from a lifetime of ballet, full breasts that I want to leave bite marks all over, and ass I want to bury myself in.
Then, there’s the heels.
I don’t know why the heels add to the eroticism of what we’re doing, but for some reason, they do. It’s as if she was overcome with passion and need that there was simply no time to do something as basic as kick off her shoes.
Ariana isn’t an easy person to impress, so the idea that she wanted me that badly is incredibly appealing.
“Cash? Did I lose you?”
Hillary’s voice breaks the fog of lust, and I blink, trying to remember what it is she just said.
