Summer
“Are you going to come and service me? Or do I need a fucking refund already?”
His words hit me like a truck. My stomach tightens, and I try to contain the hurt lancing through my chest. After all, this is my own choosing.
I’m selling myself, my virginity, to be precise, and as much as I’d have liked to save it for someone who means something to me, at least this way, I’m choosing who I’m losing it to.
So, with that thought in mind, I lift my chin, straighten my shoulders, kick off my ballerina flats, and walk toward the handsome bastard wearing a smug grin on his face.
He takes another drink from the whiskey bottle, then swipes his hand over his mouth and studies me.
Ignoring the pounding of my heart, I saunter toward him, hoping the swing of my hips looks seductive and not as hideous as I feel.
His thick thighs are parted wide, and his green eyes dance with mirth as I look him up and down.
There’s an obvious bulge in his jeans, and excitement rushes through me at imagining sitting in his lap and rocking myself over his hard length.
I’m not sure where the hell that thought came from, but my god, do I like the prospect of it.
“Fuck,” he grunts and shuffles from left to right, then takes another drink, and my mouth falls open at the thought of him realizing I was daydreaming about his cock.
I tilt my head. I’ve heard stories about men not being able to keep erections due to alcohol intake. I wonder if he’ll have this problem. Judging by the copious amount missing from the bottle, he’s drunk a lot already.
“Get over here and put that mouth to work, sweetheart,” he growls, popping open his jeans, his gaze never wavering from mine.
I plant my feet in the space between his legs, and before I know what I’m doing, my knees hit the plush carpet. Taking a deep breath, I steel my shoulders, and the scent of his bergamot cologne is so intoxicating I sway beneath his scrutiny, so my hand lands on his thigh to steady me.
Jesus, I want to lick him.
Saintly Sinner tangles his fingers in my hair, tugging my head closer, and with his other hand, he frees his thick, angry cock.
I’ve never seen one so close before, so I swallow back the trepidation building inside me.
It’s girthy, rock hard, and long with a stream of pre-cum sliding down his shaft.
I barely have time to register what’s happening before he’s pushing his thumb into my mouth, forcing my jaw to widen, and shoving the thick head of his cock between my lip.
He groans, then lifts his hips, sliding the bulbous head farther down my throat and causing me to gag until he eases himself back out enough to stop me from choking.
“Ah, fuck, you feel good,” he grunts, and I glimpse up at him through my thick lashes to witness the most incredible sight.
His head is tipped back, his lips are parted, and the expression on his handsome face is one of clear euphoria. The fact that I’ve never done this before but have somehow drawn this reaction from him has my confidence soaring.
My body comes alive, and every atom inside me sparks to life at the look of pure ecstasy on his face. I want to witness it all night long and am determined to make that possibility a reality.