Was I okay
I pushed my ass closer to his face, and he groaned inside me.
That felt good.
He continued to eat me out; his technique was even superior to before, and it felt good. But why? Why did it feel like it lacked something?
I wasn’t faking the moaning as he slid his finger into my pussy while he ate out my ass. It felt so good that my head was spinning, yet…it felt lacking.
Chapter 12
And the Curtain Falls
Nick
The next afternoon after arriving at Georgetown, I had nothing to do. I had originally planned on returning to Myrtle Beach, recharging with Aria, and picking up the charger I had left there.
“Uh...Nick?” Matilda called.
“Yeah? What’s up?” I answered.
“I just got off the phone with Aisha’s personal assistant,” she informed me. “She says we can see her today rather than tomorrow.”
“That’s awesome,” I let out a sigh of relief. “One step closer to getting out of here and back to where I belong.”
“Hey, what’s wrong withhere,”Matilda punched me in the shoulder.
“Here is fine, butthereis better,” I replied.
She held my hand and squeezed it. “You’ll do fine. We’ll win this.”
“Thanks, Matilda; now let’s get going,” I said.
We arrived at Aisha’s hotel. Her personal assistant led us to her.
We got to the door, and the personal assistant stopped.
“I’m sorry, but the boss only wants to see him for now,” she said to Matilda.
“But it’s important we’re in there together,” I said.
“Nick, it’s okay,” Matilda said. “Just get it over and done with. You’ve got this in the bag.”
I nodded and followed the personal assistant into the room.
“To think the dead are capable of resurrection,” Aisha said.
I think she was in a yoga or ballet pose. She laid face down and slowly raised her upper body. Her feet, which were already facing upwards, made contact with her head.
Should I mention she was wearing a very skimpy Arabian-looking gown?
“Good day Aisha,” I greeted. “It’s good to see you’re doing okay.”
“Judging by the kindness in your tone, it’s safe to assume that you’re actually the real Nick,” she said without breaking her form. She exhaled and lowered her body. Then she got up and faced me, “It’s good to see you again, Nick.”
“Same here, Aisha,” I said. “Judging by your position in Parker Corp, I take it that you’ve made your father proud?”
“You have no idea,” she giggled, “Aisha is the best child I have ever gotten. Thosewere his exact words. I kid you not.”