“What is it?” I ask, glancing down as Mallory stops at my feet.
“The clients aren’t happy that we lost the deal to Maxwell. They want to meet.”
I clench my jaw, still pissed I lost to Liam. Though right now Liam is the last fucking thing on my mind. Mallory is licking her lips, reaching for my shorts.
When I tuck a finger under her chin and shake my head, she gives me a sexy smile, raises a finger to her mouth to silence me. Obviously determined, she grabs my shorts lowering them to my knees, exposing my hard-on. I like the way she looks on her knees before me.
Before I can speak next, she’s got my cock in her hand and is swirling her tongue around the tip.
“Jackson,” Donny says.
I snap my head up, staring straight ahead, trying to get through this conversation while Mallory slides her lips up and down my shaft, her wet tongue tickling my hardened flesh. “Sorry, I’ve got a bad connection.” I pause, inhaling deeply as she slides her hand behind her lips, now stroking me. “That’s disappointing,” I quickly add, keeping my voice steady. “When do they want to meet?”
“Tomorrow. When are you back?”
Mallory begins speeding up now, stroking my dick perfectly and sucking me hard. My head falls back. I say through clenched teeth, “Make it for late morning.” She looks up at me then, and I’m captivated. “See you then.” I hang up the cellphone and toss it onto the counter before I smile down at her, taking her chin, demanding her gaze. “You’re so fucking dirty, and yet so fucking sweet, and it’s goddamn making me hard.”
“Good,” she whispers.
I lean down and kiss her lips good and properly before releasing her again.
She takes my cock back into her gorgeous mouth and has her fun. Sometimes she’s playful. Other times she’s intent, stroking and sucking me hard and fast, earning her moans from deep in my chest.
I grip the counter, gazing over the lines of her body, loving how pretty her hair looks resting along her back. My cock throbs, and I groan deeply, and then she’s moving faster, harder. My head tips back again, and I moan, again and again. Her mouth is perfectly tight and soaking my shaft and her hand is squeezing my dick.
When she begins to use both of her hands behind her mouth, I glance down at her. She’s looking right at me. I slide my knuckles across her pretty cheek but that single touch sucks me in. I can’t look away from her as she pleasures me with her mouth, demanding I come. Wanting to finish me. Craving to taste me.
Dark lustful eyes on me, she keeps her mouth on the tip of my swollen cock, stroking hard and fast with her two hands. While that in itself could make me come, it’s her that tips the scales. Her beauty. Her gorgeous soul. This woman.
I force myself to keep hold of the countertop, no matter how my muscles are surging to grab her head and fuck her mouth. I don’t pump my hips, I let her draw my come out. And she does, eagerly sucking me until I’m bucking, jerking, and grunting, spilling my seed onto her tongue.
When I finally open my eyes again, I find her smiling up at me. She kisses the tip of my dick. “That’s my thank-you for three incredible days.”
Like she hadn’t crawled in here and had her fucking way with me, she rises and turns to walk away.
It’s then I realize my worries were for nothing. She knew the rules for our time together. Christ, she wanted me. She had me, and now she’s ready to say goodbye to me when we land in Los Angeles. Though the moment that thought carries through my mind a possessive heat also flares through me. I don’t like the idea of not having her again. In fact, if this is the last time I will get to touch her, I’m going to own the moment, not the other way around.
I grab a condom from the box I left on the counter last night, and I stride toward her. Just as she reaches the bathroom door, I latch onto both her arms. She squeals in surprise, and that sound is a jolt to my cock. Minutes ago, I was soft. Now I’m rock hard again. My dick is pulsating to drive deep inside her. I push her gently but determinedly toward the table in the corner of the room, pressing her chest against it when we get there.
“Do not fucking move,” I growl.
I gaze upon her bent over, arms extended over the table, and I apply the condom in one quick move. She’s a beauty, and I’m so very hard when I move in behind her and enter her. I slide my hand up her back lacing my fingers through her hair, titling her head back, loving the heated smile she gives. I grab her hip and thrust against her, slowly warming her up. I reach for her breast, squeezing her in my hands, loving the way she moans, shifting her hips back against me.
Maybe it’s the softness in her moans, the sweetness in them, but I can’t seem to go slow with her. She brings out something feral in me, something I can’t control. I like making her scream. She’s fucking beautiful when she does. And I refuse to be just a fuck to her. I want to be that guy. The one she can’t ever forget.
Needing to get deeper, I reach for her leg, placing her knee up on the table spreading her wide open. I release her hair to grab her shoulder, and with the other hand on her hip, I pump my hips, intending to get us both off.
Though it’s not enough, I realize. I need to see her. I withdraw, moving to flip her over but suddenly, like she did when she pushed me in the water, she shoves me back against the wall. Her hands are on my chest, and she’s staring into my eyes, showing me what she wants.
I will refuse her nothing.
Forcefully, I grab her, crossing her arms and holding her from behind. I move her to the couch and I push her against it. I pin her with my full strength with one arm and grab the base of my cock entering her. She moans seductively and struggles beneath me, and I grin, loving this type of play.
She wants me unleashed.
I’ll give that to her, too.
I press against her shoulder blades and grip her hip, slamming my pelvis into her. Over and over again, I give her exactly what she wants, in the way she wants it, and that’s me showing her that I can—and will—control her. She struggles again, and I let her, giving her the chance to play the game she wants.