Page 50 of Filthy Little Lies

I swallow. “Says the man who doesn’t have to do it.”

He laughs. “You think I haven’t had to do things I didn’t want in order to get a deal done or to take power?” He brings his face closer, his gaze wandering over my face. “I promise you, I have, and none of them have been as pleasant as the things I’m going to make you do.”

I’m not sure how to answer that. Part of me wants to delve into what he’s alluding to, but another part, the tingly, wet, and wanting part, wants him to kiss me.

He must sense it, because he slips his hand behind my neck, cradling me as his mouth crashes down over mine. In a fierce, intense kiss filled with desire and urgency, his tongue pushes past my lips. By the time he breaks free, I’m too hungry for another kiss to remember what we were talking about.

He cups my cheek, running his thumb along my bottom lip.

“I’ve been thinking about your mouth around my cock all day. Do you know how hard it was to go line by line through a construction contract when all I could think about was getting these lips wrapped around me?”

I bite the corner of my lip, leaning into his palm. No man has ever said anything so dirty, so powerful to me before. I don’t want to chance ruining it by speaking.

Who knows what will fly out of my mouth when he has my brain this twisted up.

Keeping his hand on me, he unbuckles his belt with the other, then unbuttons and unzips, pushing down the fabric until his cock springs free.

My mouth waters. He fists his shaft, slowly stroking himself until a small bead of precum appears. Then he swipes it away with his thumb. I part my lips, expecting him to bring it to my mouth, but instead he brings it to his own. With the tip of his tongue, he licks the moisture and grins.

“Do you want to taste me?” He strokes his thick, long shaft again until there’s more, beading up on the head. “Ask me for it.”

My body flushes with heat. It’s one thing to want to suck a man’s dick; it’s entirely another to have to ask for it.

He swipes the bit away again, offering his thumb to me. “Ask.”

I lick at my lips, knowing exactly what he wants, but still somehow unable to give it to him.

“All right.” He again licks his arousal from his own thumb. “If you won’t be good, you can just watch.”

He leans back, pulling his cock further out of his pants until his balls are exposed. He strokes himself harder, faster, twisting his hand around the shaft. More precum forms, and he wipes it away, using it as lubricant as he keeps stroking.

“All you have to do is ask, Savvy. Just ask, and I’ll shove my cock down your throat.”

I watch his expression as arousal fills his gaze, as need softens then tightens his muscles. His bottom lip tucks between his teeth as he continues to stroke and squeeze his cock.

The memory of last night bursts into my mind. How hard his cock was when he fucked my mouth. How salty and manly he tasted as his cock glided across my tongue, and down my throat. The beautiful stretch of my throat as he forced himself into the tight space, still burned a little this morning when I swallowed my breakfast.

“Please,” I finally blurt out.

“Ask right.” He demands, his voice hardening. He slides to the edge of the bench.

I know what he wants. What he said he’d have me say once I was on my knees for him.

“Please, sir.” Need rushes to my core. “May I suck your cock?”

Heat blasts across my skin, as I raise my gaze to his.

“Yes.” He cups my cheek again, leading me to his dick. “You just suck though, keep your hands on your knees. And don’t touch your pussy. That’s mine, and I don’t share.”

When I lean toward him, he stops me.

“Answer me.”

I bring my eyes to his, licking my lips. My nipples harden beneath the cheap fabric of my dress, making me painfully aware of them.

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“That’s a good girl.” He brings me to his cock, his hand still fisted around his shaft, but lower, to give me space. He guides my mouth over the head, and I wrap my lips tightly around him. Letting my tongue run along the underside, into the little v shaped spot.