Sex is a job. Nothing more.
That’s true of her past. But not now. Not with me. I won’t allow it.
Grabbing her hair, I yank her mouth toward mine. She dodges the kiss to bite my jaw, my neck, and holy fuck, her hand clamps around my length.
Soft, talented fingers move with diabolical precision over the most sensitive part of my head, rubbing pre-cum along the glans and gripping an inch below the tip. Her strokes are paralyzing, the friction explosive, and a swarm of electrifying tingles hits me sideways.
I stumble to remain upright, mind blown and choking for air. My fucking God, she knows how to work a cock.
All thought stops in its tracks. My vision blurs. My lungs seize, and my body swims in ecstasy as need, need, need pulses through my veins.
Put your mouth on me. Swallow it. Suck it. Take it all.
I grip her ass, her hair, and yank her throat to my lips to feast, suck, and lick her skin. With her hand trapped between us, she continues to jerk me off as she tilts her head up.
She doesn’t just look at me. She looks into me and acknowledges my desires.
Then she lowers to her knees.
The twist and stroke of her fist steals my breath. The pressure of her fingers tightens my balls, and the prospect of her lips wrapped around me thrusts my body toward release.
I fight it, shaking and groaning, mindlessly overcome. My knees weaken, and I clench my abs, reaching back for support. My hand finds the bed. I drop to the mattress, and she follows me down with her mouth sealed around my cock.
“Ungh, fuck!” I fall to my back and tangle my fingers in her silky hair. “So fucking good. Goddamn, Raina. Fuck!”
Her tongue is relentless, swirling and curling and doing things I can’t fathom. It feels like a thousand hot, wet fingers dancing along my shaft in endless rhythm. I’m lost in the sensations, writhing, grasping, and battling the ungodly pressure to explode.
“Raina, wait.” I moan, my fists flexing and releasing in her hair. “Slow down for a se— Ahhh, Christ. Don’t stop. That’s incredible.”
The succubus peers up at me beneath the veil of her lashes, her lips swollen and throat filled with cock. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
With a mischievous crook of her lips, she swallows hard, clenching wet muscles around my head.
“Jesus!” My back bows off the mattress.
She slides her mouth off and drags that sinful tongue down my length. When she reaches my balls, she sucks and licks the sac until every muscle in my body strains with the effort to hold back my release.
She clasps the back of my thigh and pushes it upward, spreading my legs. Then her lips move lower, sliding beneath my scrotum, and…
“Don’t.” I yank her hair and clench my ass against her intrusion.
“Relax.” She lowers her head and invades with her tongue, pushing and curling against my reluctant rim.
No one has ever touched me there, let alone licked and— What is she doing? Fucking hell, she’s fingering my ass.
My cock goes impossibly stiff, engorged and pulsing to the point of agony. This is wrong. And so fucking good. The stimulation is unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
The world narrows to her tongue on my balls and her finger in my ass. The pleasure is so overwhelming I think I’m going to black out.
My head falls back on the bed, and I release a long, guttural groan.
She shifts between my legs, and her mouth closes over my cock. Sucking with abandon, she bends that filthy finger inside me, and I’m gone.
The orgasm erupts so fast and hard I can’t warn her. Crashing waves of heat shoot along my shaft and hit the back of her throat in violent jets of relief. The force of it robs my voice, and my mouth hangs open in a breathless, soundless roar.
It takes me long seconds to realize I’m holding her face against me, grinding against her throat and blocking her air.
I drop my hands, panting to catch my breath. I’m utterly gobsmacked, shaken, spent, and floating in a quaking haze of wonderment.
Because of a blowjob.
I’m fucking ruined.
She lifts her head and swipes a finger along the corner of her mouth. Her hand ghosts along my pulsing, oversensitive cock, holding it steady as she tenderly kisses the tip.
Then she rises and woodenly walks into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
As the tingling remnants of bliss subside and my heart rate returns to normal, I’m left with cold realization.
She just made me her bitch, and she did it with total and complete indifference.
She turned me into a job.
And I let her.
I lurch off the bed and snag a pair of boxer briefs. Outrage pounds through my blood as I yank them on and storm to the bathroom.