“Wow,” I said.
I had never really had much struggle growing up. Outside the usual teenaged angst bullshit which really was stupid. When it came down to it, I had had everything I could possibly have wanted. I just had to ask.
This gave me a really warped perspective of the world. The only solace I could really take was the knowledges that at least, unlike so many of my peers in my tax bracket, I was aware of it.
I was honestly surprised by the number of trust fund babies who were convinced that they had earned everything they had. Like the fact that they were born into a family of millionaires had little to no bearing on their later success.
I wasn’t about to go and join the Communist Party, but I was aware that everything I had been taught about how the world worked was either false or faulty and was trying to do the best I could to expand my vision of it.
It was partly Reece’s influence. He had always been a champion for the little guy, paying his contractors well and actually doing a lot of the dirty work himself and even then, as much as not, working for the benefit of others, taking the money from his affordable housing projects and putting most of it into charities.
Simon and I both suspected that Reece really only showed the trappings of our particular corner of society because he thought it was expected. He only wore suits when he had to and those he did own were entirely off the rack. No tailors or jewelers for him.
I kind of respected his integrity to himself and was trying, as much as possible, to try and be like that myself. As far as I was able to.
What happened with Jessa had been a real wake up call. As awesome as my old life was supposed to be, it hadn’t actually turned out that well for me. I was trying to rebuild my empire but mostly because it was all I knew how to do, and I couldn’t imagine working for someone else. Not after so long of working for myself.
I never really played well with others anyway, which is why there were no partners or a board of directors at my old company or the one I was trying to pull from the ashes. I was in charge and it worked for me. I just had to be careful not to be taken again the way Jessa had done.
That was why I was scared at first to get with Sally. But, if I was honest, Sally seemed to be the opposite of what Jessa had been like. So that was why I had finally convinced myself to follow my gut and get ahold of her, even if in the most unexpected of ways. No, especially in the most unexpected of ways, which was my style.
“What did you wish for?” Sally asked, when I blew out the candles.
“Can’t say or it won’t come true.”
“Come on, don’t be like that,” Sally pressed.
“You might not like it,” I warned.
“Why wouldn’t I like it? What did you wish for?”
“You,” I said, before kissing her on the lips.
She kissed me back, smelling and tasting like sugar and spice, and I loved how her tongue felt in my mouth.
“Oh,” she said, when I pulled back, restoring the use of her lips.
“Okay?” I asked.
By way of reply she grabbed me and kissed me again, slipping her tongue even further into my mouth this time than it had been last time.
“Sorry,” she said, pulling away.
“Don’t be,” I said.
Having a good idea of her intention, I slowly stood up and went over to her, unzipping my pants as I went. Without a word, she took my hard cock by its shaft and started stroking it in a slow, even rhythm, her eyes fixed on it.
Now we were getting down to business.
And I was loving it.
I put a hand on the back of her neck. Apparently taking this as a cue, Sally took my cock into her mouth as far as she could, getting it about halfway before starting to softly gag and pulling back. I was honestly impressed at far she took it in.
She mixed hard and soft sucks, all the while swirling her sweet little tongue around my head as she did so. She made me feel fucking amazing, and it wasn’t long until I was filling her mouth with cum.
Sally looked at me then as she swallowed down every drop without missing a beat. I had expected her to stop after I had cum. I clearly underestimated her dedication.
Keeping her hand around my cock, she gently lifted the bulk of the shaft so she could get at my balls, still stroking me as she took one of my balls all the way into her mouth and started gently sucking, masterfully minding her teeth. Moving from one ball to the other, she kept stroking, barely getting the head of my cock into her mouth before I was so hard and ready for her yet again.