“Oh, you are excited, aren’t you?” She swiped his slit with her thumb, gathered his cream and sucked it into her mouth.
“Oh, shit,” he hissed.
“Mmmm, you taste just as good as you smell. Did you know that’s one of the things that drew me to you?” She trailed her finger up the underside of his shaft. “Your scent.” She leaned in and circled his head with the tip of her tongue.
“Are you going to suck me into those pretty lips of yours, babe?”
She smirked and flicked his tip. “Is that what you want?”
“I want you to take me deep and let me fuck your mouth.”
“Like this?” She swallowed him down, allowing his ten-inch dick to touch the back of her throat. She bobbed her head, suctioning him like a Hoover and stroking him with an expert twist of her wrist.
His toes damn near curled up in his combat boots. No
thing had ever felt this right. He brought his hands to her head, wound his fingers in her thick, black hair, and moved his hips in time to her rhythm.
Symone watched him like he was something special.
His chest swelled with pride and more of the ice he’d been encased by melted. She filled the empty spots. She increased the pace and moaned. The vibration and the silky slide of her hot, wet, mouth pushed him closer to the edge. He bucked his hips and groaned. It’d been so long since anyone touched him. “I’m going to come, babe.”
Her moan of pleasure did him in and he came, shooting thick ropes down her throat.
She took in every drop, and leaned back on her feet. “Maybe now I should mention I have a high sex drive.”
He groaned. “I’ve officially died and gone to heaven. You’re killing me babe but I’d be more than happy to die with you.”
She tucked him back inside his underwear and straightened his pants and belt.
He helped her stand.
“I want to talk, just talk and get to know the man who’s forced his way into my life and is slowly, but surely instituting himself into every area possible.”
“Babe, you haven’t seen anything yet. This is the beginning of the siege.”
“Yeah, I’ve figured that part out.” She held out her hand.
He took it, finding comfort as she twined their fingers together, trusting him to lead her. As they walked inside to the living room, he felt his world shift at its axis.
CHAPTER SIX
A knock on the door made her glance up. It was lunchtime as Symone watched all the boys and Chase head out.
“Pan?”
“Yeah, you uh, you got a minute?” he asked.
“Yeah, come on in.” She waved him in and pushed away from the computer desk. Normally, she did the lunch thing with Monster, but he was out today running parts, so she decided to tackle payroll early. “What’s going on, do we need to place an order for something?”
“No.” He closed the door behind him.
She tensed. Red flags flew up and she tensed. Her gaze darted back and forth, familiarizing herself with the layout, so she’d have an exit and a weapon. “Then what do we need to talk about?”
“Monster.”
“Did something happen to him?” She stood up, ready to rush out.
“No, no.” He shook his head and gestured for her to sit down. “Nothing like that.”