“What would you like me to do, Sir?”
His knees almost gave way. Hearing her ask for instructions sent a blast of pleasure all the way through him deep into his very soul. Her words called to the very dominant part of the man inside him. The man who needed to assert his control.
“Open your lips and stick out your tongue,” he said. She complied instantly, the submissive inside her already complying with his every demand.
Holding his cock, he rubbed the tip over her tongue coating it with his cum. “Taste me.”
He pulled away, watching her face as she swallowed down the small amount of his release.
She stuck her tongue out for more. Neal repeated the process and waited.
“Open your mouth. Take me in,” he said to her after the third time. Being in control never allowed him to last long.
Watching Sandy love him with her mouth was more than he could stand. The closeness he felt with her, he’d never been able to get with any other person. Even when he closed his eyes, he saw her face. Her blue eyes were filled with emotion. God help him, her expression was filled with love for him. Everything about her scared him. What if he failed her? Understanding the unpredictable ways of love, he worried his passions could bring a void between them. Acting out a submissive side every once in a while may be good for her but this is the man he’d become.
She opened her mouth. He pressed his cock inside. Her lips surrounded him. The wet heat of her mouth was almost as good as he knew her pussy would be. She sucked him inside until he hit the back of her throat.
“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock.”
Moving his hips in a circle, he pulled out, then pushed back in. Sandy held his shaft, controlling how deep he thrust inside. Neal didn’t care. The amount of emotions he felt for this woman scared him, made him wonder what the hell he was doing with her now. Keeping her at arm’s length had been the best option at the time. His lifestyle wasn’t for everyone. Even a temptress like Sandy would struggle.
Closing his eyes, he let himself drown out the worry by feeling her mouth work his shaft. Everything else could wait until later.
It had been so long since he’d found release with a woman he knew being with Sandy meant he wouldn’t last. At least the first time he wouldn’t. Holding the back of her head, he controlled the depth of his thrusts. Her little hums went along his dick and up inside his body. The curling heat building.
“If you’ve got a problem with swallowing my cum you’d better let up now,” he said. She glanced up at him while continuing to suck his dick.
Neal growled as the action sent a shot of pleasure up his balls and through his shaft. He grabbed her head and thrust a little harder inside her mouth.
With a final lunge, he blasted her throat with his semen. Her throat swallowed him down, working the top of his shaft, making him give her more.
His deep guttural moan echoed off the walls. He held onto the counter for support as the world stopped.
She pulled away and he dropped from her mouth. The world coming back, bringing the harsh reality of what he’d done. Losing control with her had been a big mistake. Not looking at her, he pulled up his jeans, putting his now flaccid cock away. Her saliva mixed with his seed still on his shaft.#p#分页标题#e#
“What’s the matter?” she asked.
He hated himself for what he was about to say. However, Neal knew it would be for the best.
“Nothing. I’ve got what I wanted. Now I’m ready to go.”
“What?”
“You heard me. You’ve been teasing me all night with your ass, I wanted a piece. Thanks for making everything easy for me, darlin’.”
Without looking her in the eye, Neal kissed her head, then left.
Seeing her tears would make leaving harder to do. Brushing her off, crushing her heart would be a hell of a lot easier than dragging her down with him.
Rory waited for him with a smile on his lips, which slowly disappeared as he saw the look on his face.
“What did you do?” he asked.
“What I had to.”
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The moment he left the restroom she locked the door behind him. Never had she been used so callously. His taste still lingered in her mouth. She was stupid in thinking their actions could have meant more.
All Neal wanted was to get a leg over. The bastard. Moving to the counter, she ran the cold water to wash her face. The small amount of makeup she wore came off. Staring at her reflection, she tried to give herself the encouragement to go out there and face him. Everyone would know something had gone on. What had changed him wanting to do more?
Running her fingers through her hair, she saw the torn fabric of her thong. Picking up the pieces, she stared at them. The thong had been one of her favorites.