Page 60 of Resisting Mr Black

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Page 60 of Resisting Mr Black

I part my lips, and I take him slowly. The warm, musky taste of him makes my mouth water. I feel a flicker of desire in my centre as his eyes close and his breathing quickens. I want to give back some of the pleasure that he’s given me, and I love the fact I’m in control of his climax, for once. I slide him in and out of my mouth, running my tongue across the length of him, paying special attention to the tip, which causes him to hiss aloud.

“Take it all,” he pants. “Relax your jaw.”

I feel slightly panicky at the instruction. He’s big and I’m not sure I’m going to be able to do this, but I want to. I push self-doubt to the side and focus on what he said.

I tell myself to relax and give myself a few seconds then slacken my jaw. Slowly, I inch him further and further into my mouth until I’m fighting my gag reflex then I slide back to the tip and repeat the process, massaging his smooth balls with my free hand. It seems to have the desired effect as he throws his head back into the chair and his body tenses. His cock twitches in my mouth. Emboldened by his reaction I carry on at a pace, taking as much of him as I can until he’s panting like a man on the edge.

He gives my ponytail a gentle tug causing me to lift my eyes to his face.

His head is still pressed into the chair and two black eyes are boring into me. “I’m going to come, and I want you to swallow.”

No sooner has he spoken than his cock grows even harder in my mouth, and he explodes.

Eyelids snapping closed, his body stiffens and his hips jerk as he spills his hot, salty seed down my throat. I swallow it down, then slide him from between my lips, wiping the corners of my mouth with a finger.

He crumples forward in the chair and drops his head in his hands. “Fucking hell.” He shakes his head as if lost for words. “That was… incredible.”

I beam inside and out, happy that I’ve given him back the same level of pleasure he’s provided me so many times.

He raises his eyes to mine and gives me an easy smile as he offers me his hand. I take it, letting him help me to my feet. I smooth down my blouse and tidy my hair while he fastens his trousers and tucks his shirt back in. Then he catches my hand in his and pulls me to him. “You have an amazing mouth.” He kisses me on the lips and that look of awe is back in his eyes as he gazes down at me. “It’s never felt like that before.”

A tingle of pleasure starts between my thighs and I slide my hand around his broad back and up to his shoulder blades, feeling his muscles beneath the cotton of his shirt. I want to jump him but know there’s no time. “That’s because I’m amazing,” I tease.

“You are, in every.” He kisses me. “Single.” He kisses me again. “Way.” And again.

I’m dizzy and I don’t think it’s because of all the kissing. I’m dizzy with happiness.

“Tonight I’ll pick you up seven thirty. Don’t wear anything too sexy, otherwise we might not make it out of the apartment.”

“I can’t promise that.” I smile.

Two big hands glide around my waist and rest on my backside. “Who am I kidding? You look hot in whatever you wear. You distract me, totally.”

I think I hear a movement in the corridor but can’t be sure. I remove my hands from his back, but his hands remain firmly on my bum, and they don’t show any signs of shifting.

“Who’s your appointment with?”

“Only Tara.”

I roll my eyes at the mention of the woman’s name. What the bloody hell is he meeting her for?

“She’s dropping off some paperwork that I need to sign,” he says, catching the annoyed look on my face. “That’s all. She won’t be staying long.”

“You wouldn’t care if she walked in on us?” I ask, unable to help myself.

His brow furrows slightly as if he’s perplexed by the question. “Absolutely not.” He grazes the tip of his nose against mine. “In fact, you could be straddling me, I couldn’t give a fuck if she sees. I couldn’t give a fuck if anyone sees.”

His blatant disregard for people finding out about us makes my heart soar.

He kisses me passionately for what seems like forever, and we don’t hear the footsteps across the landing or the door opening. When he eventually tears his lips from mine, I’m suddenly acutely aware of a figure standing in the doorway to the office.

Tara. A jet-black, high-neck, body-con dress skims her behind and clings to her curvaceous figure. A cloud of perfume follows her as she moves forward on her black patent platforms heels into the room. Her hair is drawn up in a high bun on top of her head and her crimson lips are pursued in disapproval at what she’s just witnessed.

“Ah, Tara. Take a seat.” He turns his attention back to me and smiles. “Tonight. Be ready.”

“I will.” I smile back. I glance in her direction to see she’s sat on the chair, looking distinctly disgruntled. I give him one last kiss, then smile and walk away, throwing a self-satisfied smile in her direction.

Eighteen




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