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“You’re such a good little fuck toy,” Garcia gruffly murmurs, head lolling back in unabashed ecstasy, strained muscles on full display.“Swallow Master again.”
And I do.
The speed at which my mouth moves from his nuts to his cock is fiber optics shit as is the rate I begin bobbing.
Every bounce forward drives him deep into my throat and my frame further away from the female on the other side of me.
My laptop teeters on my thighs, yet instead of reaching for it, guaranteeing it won’t need repairs, I grab onto Master’s hips, eliciting dark, almost inhuman grunts to escape through his gritted teeth.“That’s right…” He tightens his hold on the back of my head once more, convincing my eyes to completely shut.“Milk my cock.” Gags and gurgles and gurgles and gasps leave me in a ceaseless cycle while my shirtless torso twists and turns and turns and thrashes to withstand the accelerated speed of his bucking.“Don’t you spill a fucking drop.”
Scorching spurts are suddenly released for me to gulp down and like the good submissive I’m happy to turn into for him, I fervently devour them one right after another.
No vacillation.
No breaks.
No concern for anything other than getting additional rounds of approval that I swear only he makes me need.
I wait for his dick to stop twitching in my throat before letting my eyes relocate to his.The instant they do, he leans a little closer and adoringly whispers, “You’re such a good boy for me.”
Sadly, there isn’t time to focus on those words – or what I have to do to keep hearing them – due to the woman who was watching us working her way off the mattress.
“Where the hell are you going?” Garcia investigates, voice equal parts gravelly and unsteady.
“To go row one ashore, Mr.Attorney at Law,” Salay answers without missing a beat.“After watching that shit, I have to.”
His stumbling backwards in surprise grants me the space needed to grab her wrist and purr, “You’re not going anywhere.”
The quirking of her eyebrow is attached to a licentious smirk.“I’m not?”
“We’ll take care of you, baby.Right here.” I gently tug her towards us.“Right now.”
Chapter 8
Garcia
Things I did not have on my fucking bingo card for the year.
Being secondhand blackmailed by royalty to treasure hunt.
Being secondhand bullied by a powerful syndicate to suck my best friend’s cock.
And being secondhand seduced by the aforementioned best friend – who is responsible for the first two activities as well – into finger fucking an associate’s daughter while she needily rides his dick.
I would say I’m losing except that Ifeellike I’m winning.
Which may just be the tequila talking.
However, I get the feeling that if I were to consult a mock jury to gauge if I’m reaching for victory or facing defeat that they would turn over a victory verdict.
In record timing.
Salay throws her wide chin towards the ceiling and leans back onto her splayed palms.
Spreads her bent legs wider.
Grants me a better view of her swollen clit.
Fuckme,that shit is practically demanding I sign away my soul on it without bothering to read a single word of the contract.
