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She does. She laps at me like a puppy who adores its master. And it's so fucking hot, I almost can't finish what I've started. But I do.
I pull away and circle the rim of her ass. She tenses, and I hold her in place.
"Daire…"
I push inside, just a little, and Lola squeals. "That's—"
"That's mine," I tell her. "I'm going to fuck you there too, LB. I'm going to fuck every part of you. Get used to it."
"Oh god, I don't think I..." She stops talking when I slide my whole thumb inside of her. Now... now she's moaning for me.
Dirty little girl.
"Oh my god..." she gasps. "Oh god, oh god... Daire."
I could listen to her try to summon a greater power to save her from my cock all day long. But she comes too soon. She comes like she’s having a seizure. Squeezing my dick in a vice grip as tremors rip through her body. It ricochets through me and set off a chain reaction. I bury myself deep and shudder, my come barreling inside of her like molten lava. Sweet, sweet relief.
I'm thinking about how long is polite to wait before I fuck her again. She's thinking about how fast she can get away, apparently.
"Thank you," she tells me. "Thank you so much, Daire. This was nice, but I have to get back to the shop."
Nice?
Motherfucking nice?
I've been called a lot of things in the bedroom. Nice isn't one of them. My dick is still inside of her. And she's trying to get away.
Asshole. Don't be an asshole. I'm trying. I'm really trying. But she turns around and looks at me, and there is nothing on her face. No semblance of emotion.
"It was nice, right?" she repeats, and she's only asking because she wants me off of her.
I pull out and tuck my wet dick back into my pants, zipping myself up. "It was fine. You still have a lot to learn."
The asshole wins, I guess.
Now she looks hurt. Now she has the decency to express something. And fuck, do I even care? She tries to fix her clothes in a hurry. She's reverted to her awkward self. She won't look at me. "Okay then, well I guess I'll see you later."
"Lola." I reach out and grab her.
She still won’t look at me. I close the distance between us and tip her chin up. I haven't kissed her today, and that's not right. Nothing about this is right. She shouldn't be leaving my office like this. Like all of the other women before her who I forgot the moment they left.
I want to tell her to stay. I toy with offering an apology, but it doesn’t seem like she deserves it right now. I want a lot of things that don't really make any fucking sense. So I just kiss her.
It’s soft first, and then deep. I’ll leave her with something that should linger with her for the rest of the day. We break apart, and she takes a breath. Flushed and beautiful and messy and mine. I try to find some nice, pretty words for her, but she doesn't give me a chance.
"I think we should have a set time limit," she says. "Before things get too complicated."
"A time limit?"
"Yes."
She's already decided for the both of us. And I don't like it. I don't fucking like it at all. Because even now, as my come drips down her thighs, she's talking about the end. We've barely even started. And she wants an out?
"I think three weeks is a good time frame, don't you?" Her voice is too soft, and she’s acting like she needs to protect herself from me. I hate it when she’s like this. She couldn’t have let me have five minutes to feel like a champ. Pain shoots through my leg, and I grimace.
Three weeks. Three goddamn weeks. My lips crave a drink. But all I can do is nod.
"Sure, LB." I laugh, and it's cold. Casual. Like it doesn't fucking matter at all. "Three weeks is more than enough."
