I begin shoving my dick faster and harder into her mouth, deeper and deeper until the head of my member hits the back of her throat—-
But instead of Francesca making a sound of protest, I actually hear her moan like she enjoys having me hurt her a little, and the moment this thought forms in my mind—-
FUUUUUCK!
It's all over.
I'm cumming inside of her mouth, and instead of choking or crying, Francesca's doing her very best to drink it all in.
I see her throat working furiously, and I groan again, the sight making my dick shoot out another load of cum.
When she finally releases my dick, I'm completely spent...or so I think. But then I see her running her tongue around her lips, and when I see her lick a drop of cum from the corner of her mouth...
Fuck.
I see Francesca's eyes widen, and her voice is faint as she stammers, "T-That can't be possible."
Her shock makes my dick jut up as if raring to prove her wrong, and I hear her gasp as my fingers wrap around her nape.
"N-Nic—-"
"Yes, sweetheart?" My tone is pleasant, but my hold on her neck is firm, and I slowly start pushing her head down.
"Oh God."
Fear flashes in her eyes even as her nipples swell and tauten. She's afraid, alright, but damn if she's not just as excited, and the ache in my groin intensifies.
I apply a steady amount of pressure to her neck, and Francesca doesn't even make the slightest attempt to resist. She's letting me push her head further and further down...until her lips are hovering over the shiny, cum-coated head of my dick.
I let our gazes meet one last time, just so she knows I don't intend for her to rest anytime soon.
And when I see her bite her lip, we both fucking know.
That's her way of telling me...
Resting is the last thing on her mind as well, and what she was wants right now is my dick plunging back into her mouth.
Mary
I never let my personal life affect my work, and that's the only reason why I've kept myself from freaking out the moment I see my playboy billionaire boss leave the exhibition hall with my best friend.
My friend, who's a virgin.
My friend, who's never had a boyfriend.
My friend...who I ultimately feel responsible for, since I'm the reason her path had to cross with Nicolaas Verhaege.
I force myself to concentrate on doing my job even as I start counting the minutes. I want to believe that Che-Che will come back any moment, but when I remember how easily my boss can lose interest in a woman and move on to the next—-
An hour passes, but when my friend still hasn't come back, I'm no longer able to keep myself from reaching for my phone.
Mary: Where are you? Are you okay? Can you just text me so I'll stop worrying?
Mary: And...I know I'm totally overstepping here, but what about Kevin? You've had Kevin for years, and you've always told me that Kevin is enough.
Mary: Nic is a great boss, but may I just remind you that he has affairs that have only lasted for hours?
Mary: Kevin, on the other hand, is super reliable. Your words, not mine. Kevin, you can trust to always for you at home. Kevin will always be understanding, and he'll forgive you for anything!
Mary: If you're going to ditch Kevin, at least make sure it's for someone you can really count on.
Francesca
My jaw feels a little sore and my lips swollen when Nic pulls his cock out of my mouth.
The night feels like it's just beginning, but I've already made him cum twice in my mouth while he's made me cum just by suckling my nipples.
Does that mean we have incredible sexual chemistry...or dare I think this can be—-
Oh!
A startled laugh spills past my lips when Nic suddenly switches our positions, and he's now the one in the Jacuzzi while I'm on the wooden platform with my legs dangling in the water.
He steps between my legs, and I have this crazy urge to drive my fingers through his hair. But if I do that, wouldn't it seem too intimate or clingy?
Nicolaas suddenly cups my chin. "What is it?"
"I want to touch your hair," I say sheepishly.
The billionaire blinks at me. "My hair?"
I grin at his perplexed tone. "It's a girl thing."
"Ah."
"So..." I flutter my lashes at him. "Can I?"
"Be my guest."
My heart races at the way he lowers his head without hesitation. I have a feeling he has no idea just how many women have likely fantasized about this exact same thing, and while I have no idea why it is that I'm the one who can be this close to him...
I run my fingers through his hair, slowly and leisurely. Even though I was clutching his head to my breasts earlier, my attention at that time was understandably elsewhere.