Page 9 of Stay With Me
“Tell me, baby, have you thought about this before, or are you just playing the part tonight to please me as your client?”
Her lips part, cheeks turning a rosy color. “I may have thought about what it would be like to be with a man like you.”
My eyes narrow, the motion of my thumb against her skin stopping. “A man like me, or me specifically?”
“You,” she confirms on an exhale, her breasts rising and falling with every breath she takes. I can’t wait to take her nipples into my mouth, to listen to her moans of pleasure as she calls out my name.
A low growl of approval leaves my chest. “Tell me, Princess...” My thumb brushes over her bottom lip. “Do you want my cock between these pretty pink lips?”
Her eyes light up brighter than before. “Yes.”
My hand trails from her face to her throat, wrapping around it. I add just a little bit of pressure that has a moan slipping past those sinful lips. My thumb brushes against her pulse point as it beats wildly against my touch. “Do you want to take me into your mouth, to suck me deep until I’m cumming?”
“God, yes,” she whimpers.
“Then take me, Ava. Take me out of my slacks, wrap your dainty little hand around my thick shaft, and do with it as you please.”
Her eyes flick down to the bulge in my slacks. She licks her lips, and then she does something I don’t expect. She leans forward and nuzzles my cock, letting out a content sigh. My lips part in surprise as my eyelids grow hooded. This woman is beyond perfect, and I let her know.
Reaching down, I brush some hair away from her face. “So perfect,” I murmur.
She slowly presses kisses up my shaft over the fabric of my slacks. I groan, enjoying the sight of her on her knees as she settles closer between my thighs. She reaches up with hesitant hands and undoes my belt.
Her eyes don’t stray from the task; she doesn’t look for confirmation on how she’s doing. No, my princess knows what she wants, and she’s going for it.
The anticipation of finally having her touch me is making me grow impatient. I’m about to pull my cock out for her to speed things up, but I’m enjoying having her do it far too much.
She’s worth the wait, every second of it.
The sound of my zipper fills the room, joining her soft breaths and my pounding heart beat.
When she grabs the waistband of my slacks and boxers, I lift my hips enough for her to pull them down, and my cock springs free with a slap to my belly.
She sucks in a gasp as she takes in my cock. I can’t help but smirk at the look of surprise in her eyes.
The tips of her fingers gingerly brush against the piercing through the tip of my cock. On the outside, I look like a put-together businessman. And I am, but underneath the Brioni suits, I have a chest full of tattoos to go along with the piercing.
I can’t stop thinking about how phenomenal it will be to feel her hot wet mouth around the tip of my cock.
“Go on, Ava.” I reach down, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock to angle it towards her, the tip dripping with precum. “Have a taste.”
Her eyelids grow heavy, eyes locking with mine for a brief moment as if she’s making sure I’m watching her before her attention returns solely to my dick. Her wet pink tongue pokes out, and she slowly laps up the pearly white bead off the top.
“Fuck,” I groan, my cock jerking in my hand. “That’s it, Princess. Don’t be shy. Take what you want.”
She gives me a little smirk as if to say if you say so before she parts her lips and takes the head of my cock into her mouth.
My fingers tighten around my cock as my other hand clenches into a fist. My breathing picks up, chest rising and falling as I hold myself back. I’m so fucking worked up right now. It’s been far too long since the last time I’ve had sex. Now I have the woman I’ve been dreaming about for years on her knees before me with my cock in her mouth—I don’t know how long I’m going to last.
And what a fucking mouth it is. Ava swirls her tongue, tracing the head before she lowers herself, taking another few inches of me. She flattens her tongue, gliding it along the underside of my shaft. She sucks hard, which causes my hips to thrust up on instinct, and if my hand weren’t there to stop it, my cock would go down her throat right now.
“Yes, that’s it,” I sigh, relaxing back into the couch. “Look at you, taking my cock so well.” She sucks me good and slow, bobbing her head. Her eyes flick up to mine, and she pulls off my cock with a pop.
“Want to know a little secret, Sir?” My nostrils flare; her calling me Sir awakens something primal within me. I’ve had my clients call me many names, including Sir, but it’s never had an effect on me until Ava.
“And what would that be, Princess?” I murmur, my cock aching to be back inside her hot, wet mouth.
She licks her lips, that little smirk finding its way back onto her face. “I don’t have a gag reflex.” The sassy little minx winks before taking my cock between her lips again.