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A whimper gets swallowed by the fullness holding down my tongue. He pulls almost all the way out. His left hand pumps his length, bumping against my lips when he gets to the tip before sliding back down to the base.
My body shakes with the need for him to come in my mouth, but he keeps using his hand, giving me only his tip. I grab his hips and try to pull him deeper, but he doesn’t give an inch.
“I told you not to move.” He stops, takes both my hands, and brings them behind my head, locking them there with his grip.
I look up, begging with my eyes.
“I love it when you’re greedy.” He lets go of his cock, both hands coming to the back of my head, grabbing my wrists and a messy fistful of my hair, binding me to his control.
Without warning, he slams all the way into my mouth. His cock touches the back of my throat, and I gag. He stills for just a moment, letting me swallow and adjust, before he does it again, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in.
I relax my jaw and breathe through my nose.
“Is this what you want, little gem? Did you want my cock down your throat?” His voice is quiet, but it carries to my ears and makes the area between my legs throb.
I nod my head as best I can, and he smiles.
“Then be a good girl and let me fuck your mouth.”
That’s exactly what he does. I try to relax into the moment, knowing it will keep me from gagging, but tears still gather in my eyes and leak down my face, mixing with the saliva dripping down my chin. It’s an exquisite discomfort. My body feels like it’s going to burst, like all of me is full of him and not just my mouth.
I love being a mess for him, love having him use me for his own pleasure.
His hold tightens and his movements become more erratic. He shakes, leans against the wall, groans. He hunches forward and bites down on his arm just as hot cum slides down my throat. Thick and rich. His release isn't like anything I've experienced before. He tastes like honey and gold. Smokey and sweet. There’s a slight burn as I swallow, like the burn of a good whiskey.
He pops out of my mouth and sinks to his knees in front of me, cupping my face in his palms. “You did so well.” He kisses me. “You’re so beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” Another kiss and a suggestive smile. “I think you earned a little reward.”
I gasp as he cups my pussy.
“But you’ll wait for it, won’t you?” His tongue traces the rib of my ear. “I want you thinking about my cock all through dinner. Imagining it in your mouth. Between your breasts. Filling your cunt. Your ass. You’re going to be so hot by the time I take you home tonight that you’ll burn for me.”
All I can do is gasp and nod my delirious consent. I love it when he makes me wait for it.
Chapter 17
Finley has an attitude during dinner, but she warms up to Midas a little by the end. It doesn’t hurt that he picks us up in his fancy jaguar and takes us to one of the nicest restaurants in town. Finley has always been a glutton for the finer things in life. She’s gonna flip her top when she sees his apartment.
Over dessert, Midas asks us again to move in with him, which sets him back a bit with any goodwill he’d garnered from Finley, but she doesn’t yell at him about it this time. She just rolls her eyes, which I consider a win.
As we’re licking the last of our plates clean, Midas gets a call and excuses himself. Finley pounces the moment he’s left the table.
“So, what is this?” She sets her glass down a little too aggressively, making the water spill over the edge. “Seriously, Jess. There’s got to be more going on here. Are you having some kind of mid-life crisis?”
“Hey! I’m only twenty-four.”
“Okay, so you’re just living out some kind of Cinderella fantasy?”
Kind of. But not in the way she thinks.
“Are we broke or something? Is that what this is about? Rope in a billionaire so we can pay off some debt? Do you have a gambling problem? I know it’s not drugs. You’re the most sober person I’ve ever met, but maybe gambling is how you unwind—fuck knows you need to unwind more.”
I just stare at her, slack jawed. And then burst out laughing. “Is that really what you think of me?”
“I don’t know what to think anymore.” She throws her hands up in the air. “This is so unlike you. You’re actually considering moving in with him, aren’t you?”
“I’m not sure you’d care if you saw his place.” I take a bite of chocolate cake and push the plate across the table so she can have the last of it.
“I’m not that shallow.”
