“How tosuckyou off.”
My nails dig into her thighs. I all but put her on her knees to teach her how to give me a blow job. I inhale calming breaths, and murmur, “I’ll teach you soon.”
“Okay.”
“You’ll need practice. A lot of it.”
“Practice?” She heaves.
“You have a tiny mouth—” My gaze drops to her lips and I caress them. “My cock will be too big for you and you’ll choke if I’m not careful—” Pressing on her bottom lip, I push two fingers inside and thrust deep until she coughs. “—like this. We can’t have that now, can we?”
She shakes her head around a mouthful of my fingers. I pull them out, a trail of spit stretching between her lips and my hand.
Wiping the wetness over her nipple, I flick my gaze back up to her hooded eyes. “You’ll practice at home… at work. In between my meetings, you’ll come into my office and crawl under my desk to suck my cock. Each time, you’ll take me deeper until you learn to deep throat like my filthy little fuck toy. You won’t stop or pause if my phone rings and I accept it. Or someone knocks at my door and I invite them in. After you’ve milked every drop of my cum, you’ll thank me for the lesson and go back to your desk.”
Desire flushes her naked frame, and she rasps, “Yes, Kian.”
Set ablaze by her addictive obedience, I sit up and capture her lips with mine. “You have no idea how perfect you are.”
“Just like you don’t know how much you are.”
“You never stop looking at me like you are now, I’ll believe it.” Kissing her forehead, I pick her up and place her gently on the side. “I want you to take the day off and rest. You were up late last night.”
The mention of last night brings a shadow over her face.
I kiss it away.
“What about you?”
“I have meetings across town that I can’t miss.” Twirling her hair, I add, “But I’ll come home early.”
A half smile tips her mouth up. “I’d like that.”
“I’m going to shower.” Hiding my erection out of her sight, I rise from the bed to head to the bathroom, when her breathless question stops me short.
“Can I join?”
I turn around to see her kneeling at the edge of the bed.
Don’t know whether or not it’s on purpose, but her gaze doesn’t stray from my face. Her hopeful look bewitches me.
Closing the distance between us, I heft her into my arms, making her squeal in delight. “Baby, you never have to ask.”
“I’ve never showered with anyone.”
“Good.”
“Or seen a man naked,” she whispers, hiding her face in my neck.
Jesus! She’s trying to kill me.
“I have never wanted to… until you.”
I’m dead.
Once inside the bathroom, I place her on the marble and force her gaze up. The desire in her eyes, mixed with nerves, renders me speechless. I’m in awe of this woman. “You have no reason to be nervous around me, Iris. I’ll never push you to do anything.”
“What if I want you to?” A flash of illicit lust crosses in her ocean blue eyes. “I love the way you treat my body like it’syours to use. I’ve never come so hard. I want you to do what you said in bed.” She licks her lips before boldly confessing, “Inviting someone in while I have you in my mouth. It turns me on to let you do anything to me and I wouldn’t care if someone watches.”
