25. Daniel
DANIEL
I don’t object to a five o’clock blow job.
Not at all. Not from this beauty, down on her knees.
Lush red lips encircle the head of my cock.
“That’s right, love. That’s what you came for, isn’t it?” I rope a hand through her blonde locks so I can see the side of her face. She looks up at me, her eyes blazing. “I’m sure that’s why you’re here. I heard you like to have your throat fucked.”
She shakes, her whole body trembling, her hips rocking as she draws me deep into her mouth, wrapping those gorgeous red lips tighter around my dick.
My friend heads to the table with the liquor, lifts the decanter, and pours a glass of scotch. “She loves it deep. She can take you all the way in,” he says, exceedingly casual, like he’s making a simple observation.
One that drives her wild in its offhandedness, judging from the way she exhales sharply, her eyes glimmering with fresh flames.
“Good. I like to be sucked hard and deep,” I groan, thrusting my hips into Sage’s lush mouth as she shows me how well she can take it, as she seems to savor the praise from Cole, and the attention from me.
I push her hair to the side so I can watch her cheeks hollow out.
I growl at the gorgeous sight between my legs, lust rattling through my body as she sucks harder, deeper.
“Love that. Love how you show us how much you like it. Love how hard you can suck my cock.”
I drag a finger across her top lip. Cole knocks back some scotch as he watches her, like he can’t look away. As I curl my fingers tighter around her skull, I glance over at him, then say, “Do you think this is why she came here?”
He swallows his drink, then moves closer to Sage, running his hand along her hair so he can whisper in her ear, “Didn’t I tell you what would happen if you came to my office? That I’d put you on your hands and knees?”
She nods and takes me deeper, her eyes falling shut, a hum coming from her lips.
Pleasure barrels down my spine from her reaction. From how she’s losing control. From how she’s spiraling into a filthy kind of bliss on her knees as she takes me deep. Then Cole asks me, “How do you want to fuck her?”
I laugh. “Cole, it’s always lady’s choice. You know that, don’t you? And right now, the lady is choosing my cock,” I say, stroking my fingers across her cheek as my dick fills her. “You want to taste my come, don’t you, love?”
She nods, a ragged groan ripping from her even as she takes me to the back of her throat. One hand of hers grips the base of my cock, and the other slides between her legs. “But I’m not quite there yet, Sage. Maybe you need a little help while you keep sucking me off?”
Cole lifts a brow in question as he takes another drink of scotch, then sets the glass down on the table. He moves behind her, kneels down, and brings a hand between her legs.
She gags against me, maybe from the pleasure, maybe from the way I’m fucking her throat.
But she doesn’t stop sucking as he hikes up her skirt, pulls her knickers to the side, letting me see her wet pussy as I fuck her lips.
He yanks the fabric of her skirt all the way up to her hips, and my God, she is a stunning sight.
So wet, so pretty. So fucking aroused. My cock throbs, my body tightening with pleasure.
He drags his fingers between her flesh, pushes them inside her.
She lets out an epic moan against my shaft, one so strong it makes me feel like I’m vibrating inside her mouth.
And that’s a good fucking feeling.
“That’s right, love,” I murmur. “I knew that would make the difference for me—you getting pleasured too. Turns me on to see you like that, all hot and aroused. Makes me want to shoot into your mouth.”
She cries out against my shaft, but keeps going.
“Makes me want to give you all my come,” I groan.
And as he fingers her, I close my eyes and let my release take over, let it barrel down my spine, let my balls tighten as it spreads throughout my entire body.
I shoot into her mouth, my come filling her throat.
My vision blurs; my body floods with endorphins.
She moans against my cock, and when I pull out, I set a hand on her chin, lifting her face.
She’s panting, licking her lips, and she’s still fucking high from his fingers. “How do you want him, Sage?” I ask.
She slams her hands on the ground, raises her ass for Cole, and chooses. “I want to be on my hands and knees.”
“You heard her. Get inside her.” I meet my friend’s eyes then glance down at this wanton, needy woman in front of me. “Fuck her good and hard.”