“No.”
“No what?”
She started to speak when the phone on her wrist vibrated. Sir. Joel glanced at it and she held her breath, hoping he would demand to see who’d texted her. One simple glance would explain everything. The phone had every message Sir had sent. Sarah hadn’t deleted any of them in hopes that one day those messages would be her proof when she explained it all to Joel.
That day had come.
Joel felt around the edge of the phone and pushed against it. “Off. The booty call will have to wait.”
“That’s not—”
“Shut it. I don’t care who’s calling for you. You’re on my time now.”
She wanted to scream that he should care. He’d noticed all the other changes she’d made. Why didn’t he realize the phone was the biggest and thus the most important and deserving of curiosity? The others in the office had commented about her new accessory and she’d excused it as a high maintenance client who needed her attention the second he contacted her, which wasn’t a total lie.
Did Joel notice? No. He was too thick—
The rasp of Joel lowering his zipper sent Sarah’s thoughts in a different direction. Joel was thick—thick and long—and she remembered the way his shaft had pulsed. Her pussy drenched and she licked her lips.
“Hungry for it, aren’t you? What’s the matter, Sarah? Your client pool not giving you what you want?” Joel lifted her left leg onto his forearm, hoisted her up and then stepped close to her. “Not giving you this?” He slammed his hips against hers with a grunt, burying his erection.
Sarah’s happy cry echoed off the walls. A single stroke reminded her of all she’d been missing since Sir came into her life. She couldn’t figure out how she’d forgotten. Maybe self-preservation had acted to protect her so she wouldn’t have spent her nights pining for Joel and the powerful thrusts of his dick, shaping and spreading her to accommodate him.
The bells decorating her pussy rang with each sensual intrusion and made it seem as though that part of her had a voice to moan its pleasure. The sound seemed to spur Joel faster and he hammered against her while staring into her eyes. She didn’t look away. She couldn’t. She didn’t dare to break the connection because that might end this. But she did want her arms free so she could hold Joel.
Pulling on her wrists made Joel tighten his hold. He snorted. “Don’t bother trying to get away. You’re going to take this and like it.”
She loved it and wanted him to never stop. She knew he could go deeper if he held her other leg, which would mean releasing her wrists. “I want—”
“You want exactly what I’m giving you.”
“Yes, but I need to—”
“Stop. Fucking. Struggling.” Joel emphasized each word with a deep thrust of his dick. The final stroke lifted her foot off the ground. He held her pinned to the wall with his tip grinding against her core.
She whimpered her need to have him stay right there. A few more seconds and she would orgasm. The sensation tickled at the edges of her senses. A tiny shift would set it free.
Joel jerked free and stepped back, releasing her. “On your knees,” he ordered.
So close. Sarah wanted to beg him to continue. She’d wanted to be wrapped around him when she had her release, squeezing his length and enjoying how the heat of his shaft seated inside her increased her enjoyment.
She sank to her knees. “Yes, Mas—”
“Don’t. Don’t fucking call me that.”
She blinked at him as worry made her frown. He didn’t mean what she thought he meant, right? It couldn’t be over. Their relationship had just started. She didn’t want it to end. Not because of Sir. If it had to end, let it be because they realized they weren’t right for each other or they had grown apart after months—maybe even years—of being together through ups and downs.
“Joel, I’m not what you think. I’m not.” Sarah held up her wrist, showing him the phone. “This is—”
“A loser who’s going to fuck you with the smell of my cum on your breath. Open up.” He gripped his dick and stepped closer to her. His hard member glistened with her moisture.
She couldn’t reason with him. Joel had made up his mind and she’d missed her chance to explain. Everything came back to the pictures Sir held over her.
Lowering her wrist to her side, she opened her mouth. Joel gripped her hair with one hand and yanked her toward him. Sarah braced her hands on his thighs to keep him from going too deep and making her gag.
Despite Joel’s rough treatment, he stopped his penetration at the back of her mouth. He didn’t go any farther. Each stroke carried him the same distance along her tongue. She sucked her taste off his length, wishing he would shove his dick down her throat. Whether she could take it or not didn’t matter. She wanted Joel to reshape her body for him and only him. Let him be the one who taught her the unique sensations of swallowing a man’s dick.