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“Bennett. My name is Bennett.”
“I know what your name is.”
He leans against the door and sighs. “I’d appreciate if you stayed, please.” He gestures toward the table. I chew on the inside of my cheek, contemplating my choices. “I’m trying to wrap my head around why someone who’s clearly intelligent, would continue to work in her current circumstances when she has financial freedom and can support her daughter with what she has.”
“Because you must’ve seen that I’m on my way to financial independence. I’m not there yet.”
Bennett pushes off the door, walks over to me, and leads me back to our dinner. “I’ll have the chef prepare something fresh.”
“No need. This will do.”
“But, you tossed your napkin on your food.”
I pick the napkin up and place it next to the plate. “See, I can move it.”
“But...”
“That’s being wasteful, and I don’t like throwing things out for something so trivial.” Bennett waits until I’m seated again before he moves to sit across from me. “You’re staring at me.”
“I’m looking at your mouth and fantasizing about it being wrapped around my cock again.”
Men. Such simple creatures. Give them food, sex, and a few “yes sirs,” and they’re putty in a woman’s hands. This is what I’m here for, for him to use for his pleasure, and hopefully my own too. I cock a brow and smirk. I pick up a green bean and run my tongue over the edge of it. Bennett’s eyes are glued to my mouth. The red lipstick always works. Always.
“I am hungry,” I say in a seductive tone while I nibble on the end of the bean.
“I want to see you on your knees,” he instructs with that demanding voice.
I drop the bean and lean my elbow on the edge of the table. Bennett sits back in his seat, boldly provoking me with his intense glare. I casually, though intentionally, run the tip of my manicured nail across my bottom lip before biting on it. Bennett sits straighter and pulls his shoulders back.
I’m affecting him. And I’m enjoying every second of this. “You want me on my knees?” I ask as I ease my tongue out and run it across my top lip.
He takes a breath and slowly smirks. “In front of me.” He darts his eyes to his crotch, then back to me.
“Do you want me to crawl to you, Mr. President?” I say with a sultry whisper.
He thinks he’s setting the pace of this encounter, but he has no idea that I’m the one controlling the entire scene. “I want you on your knees,” he repeats.
I stand from my seat and walk around to push myself between him and the table. I turn and sweep everything off, allowing it to fall the floor. He doesn’t bat an eyelid, and nor do I. The dress I’m wearing, although it falls to the floor, has a massive slit that goes to the top of my thigh. I slide up on the table and cross my legs in front of him, making the dress fall open so that my legs are completely exposed. The bulge in Bennett’s pants is growing while his eyes are glued to mine. “Are you sure you want me on my knees?” I uncross my legs and lift my feet on either arm of his chair, giving him a perfect view of my pussy.
“I see you’ve color coordinated,” he says in a slightly husky tone while his eyes stay focused on my open legs. To tease him that little bit more, I widen my stance. My thong barely covers anything. “I do enjoy seeing you wet and greedy.” He shifts forward, leaning his elbows on his knees.
I lean back, pushing my butt closer to the edge of the table. “There’s something about a man with his face wet from my arousal,” I say. Bennett’s eyes snap up to me. “His mouth glistening with my cum,” I dare him to lap at me. He stares at me while moving his right hand to my left ankle. He tightens his grip as he slowly moves his palm up toward my thigh. “I like licking my taste off of his face.” His hand moves higher and closer toward my pussy.
“Do you want to see my mouth fucking this pussy?” Bennett pushes his thumb into me, making me gasp with want and desire.
“I want to lick my wetness off of your face.” I arch a brow, challenging him to feast on me.
He lowers his head, and I watch as he pulls my thong to the side and licks me while retaining eye contact. God, this is so hot. I push my fingers through his thick, salt-and-pepper hair, scraping my nails against his scalp. Tightening my grip on his hair, I hold him in place. Bennett growls around my pussy sending a vibrating shock through my entire body. My lips part as my breathing increases, and my blood pounds with the need for release. He grips my hips and pulls my ass closer to him as he continues to fuck me with his mouth.
Jesus, this man can eat pussy with the best of them.
My fingers tighten as I pull him closer. He growls again, making me crazy with his unrestrained moans and sounds. He’s loving this as much as I am. I want him to stay buried in my pussy, eating and slurping as if he hasn’t had pussy for years. Abruptly, he stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “You taste like fucking heaven.”
I lift my hand, and using only one finger, gesture for him to come over to me. Bennett pushes my legs apart and stands between them. I sit up on the table, grab hold of his shirt and pull him toward me. I lick his face, tasting myself on him. “Hmm, I do taste good.” I pull back and smile.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers. “Get off the table.” I slide off the table and stand nearly eye to eye with him. “Next time, I don’t want you wearing heels this high.” He pulls the dress to the side and looks at my shoes. “Though I do like these.”
“You don’t like me as tall as you?”
