I moan so deeply I can feel it all the way in the pit of my stomach. Or maybe it’s his giant cock.
“Where did you go? Switch off that gorgeous brain of yours and come back to me.”
“I’m here,” I say, burying my head in the crook of his neck.
“Look at me,” he demands, picking up speed.
I fight it for a second, but my heart wins, and—like a pig that knows it’s slaughter time—I move my head, knowing that the minute our eyes connect, it will be over for me.
“Tell me you’re mine.” It’s not a plea any longer, not a question or even a demand. It’s a statement of the obvious.
“I’m y—ours.” My voice cracks as his fingers pick up their speed around my clit, making my head spin. Walking away from this man will be hell.
His eyes blaze above me. “That’s right, Sugar. You’re mine. And I take care of what’s mine.”
He starts fucking me furiously as flames engulf my body. I’m not aware of any noises I’m making or my trembling body. All I can focus on is his eyes and the feel of him inside me, hitting just the right spots. I think I scream. And shake. And scream some more. All the while, my eyes remain open and on his.
“You look so gorgeous when you come.” He bites his bottom lip.
“I want to see you,” I manage to say through shallow breaths.
“You want me to come?”
“I want you to come inside me.” The words leave my mouth before I have the time to process them, and before I even dare to think about backing out, he’s on me, kissing me and moving his hips again. I must still be riding my wave of bliss, because he feels so incredibly good.
His skillful fingers dig into my ass before he moves my leg up to his shoulder, the position allowing him to go so deep I definitely feel him in my stomach. It’s a whole other level of pleasure. One that starts in my hair follicles. I can feel myself getting wetter with each stroke as my fingertips tingle and a whole-body orgasm consumes me.
“Oh, fuck,” he moans as I squeeze the life out of him. Fuck is right as my vision goes black and stars appear in front of my eyes. I lose the ability to move and speak or do anything of value. “I’m going to come.” Those words alone have me igniting for him again. Who is this guy with his magic dick? And did I really just black out as he promised?
He pumps a few more times before, with a grunt, his eyes flutter closed, and his mouth descends on mine.
Holy shit.
No, seriously. Holy shit.
“So fucking perfect,” he mutters into my lips before lifting himself off me and looking at where our bodies are joined. He slowly pulls out, then puts his fingers inside me and pulls them out. “I love seeing my come drip out of you.”
And just like that, I’m ready for round two. I’m a little hussy, for sure. He grabs his shirt off the floor and, with a sad face, starts cleaning me up.
“I feel like I need a snack after this,” he chuckles.
“Have a cookie,” I offer, grabbing my underwear and bra and hastily putting them on.
“You know what? Don’t mind if I do.” He winks at me, and still naked as the day he was born, makes his way back to the coffee table and picks out another dick cookie. One that looks quite small. Especially since I have the other example dangling in between his legs right this moment, getting hard again. My stomach flutters, demanding I walk over there and take him in my mouth. Or at least have another round of mind-blowing sex.
But that’s not in the cards for me right now. Or ever, for that matter. I need to get out of here as soon as possible.
I grab my dress and squeeze into it.
“So, Sugar, are you going to tell me your name?” he asks around a mouthful of a cookie and turns his gaze back to me. “Why are you dressed?” He knits his eyebrows in confusion.
“I—I really have to go,” I mutter and run for the door, opening it.
“Shit. Wait!” he exclaims as the door shuts firmly behind me and I run down the corridor in what I hope is the direction of the elevator.
It is not until I’m safely back in my car, feeling his come seep out of me, that I realize in my haste I left the box of cookies behind.
Fuck, that’s two orders I’m not getting paid for today, then.