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As soon as I have hold of his belt, essentially holding up his pants as his c**k stays firmly inside me, he starts walking down the very short hallway and rounds the corner. There’s a laundry unit a little farther down, and for a moment I sigh out a little relief, thinking we will go in there. But he stops, turns me around, and places me against the wall again.

I have a straight-on view of the stairs. “What the f**k are you doing? Go down the hall a little so they can’t see me.”

“Get on your knees.”

“Vaughn!” I plead. They are almost to the top of the stairs. We are so busted. “Please!”

“Suck my c**k and I’ll make sure they never see your face.”

I just stare at him.

“Now. And if you bolt inside, our fun ends permanently.” He pushes on my head until my knees bend and I’m at his feet looking up at his beautiful movie-star face. “I want you to suck my c**k and I want them to know it’s you because you disobeyed and made noise. But you are still mine, so I do not want them to see you. Now do it.” His voice is low, barely a whisper, but his intent is clear. Begging is not an option. And I can see their heads as they climb the last few steps.

I grab Vaughn’s hard thickness and open my mouth. As soon as my lips cover his head, he moans. The laughing neighbors stop, clearly noticing the sexual act going on at the end of the hallway.

“Uh,” the guy says. “Wow, blow jobs in the hallway? Really?”

I look up at Vaughn’s face and his fingers brush against my lips as he says, “Shhh.” And then his hand leaves my face and he flips the guy off behind him.

“Prick,” the guy’s girlfriend says. “You sick f**k, we should call the police.”

Vaughn responds by crouching down, pulling his slick c**k out of my mouth as he descends, and then kisses me on the lips.

The door slams down the hall and he smiles as his tongue thrusts inside me. “Now, continue.” He stands up and guides my face to him once more. I open and he thrusts, filling me up again. This time I take a deep breath through my nose and tip my head back. His hand finds my throat and he feels for the movement of the muscles in my neck as I swallow the pooling saliva and then he’s inside me. Completely. His entire c**k is inside my mouth, his large balls tight up against my chin. A few seconds later the warm rush of salty se**n gushes down my throat as he tips his head back and growls out, “Fuck, yes. Fuck, yes.”

I swallow him. Every bit of him. I’m breathless and elated, and humiliated, and turned the f**k on so bad, I start rubbing my clit and then the release finds me again and I moan out my whole body trembles from the shock of it all.

A few seconds later he pulls me up by my hair. I’m still trying to catch my breath when his lips cover mine like he wants nothing more than to have his mouth on mine, drawing heaving breaths together, celebrating our pleasure with the seal of a kiss.

“Grace,” he says breathlessly, “That was so f**king perfect. You are so f**king perfect. Thank you, baby. Thank you for trusting me to get us through that.” He grabs the back of my neck and presses his lips to my forehead in a gentle kiss that has my head spinning. “Come, on baby. We’re not done yet.”

He tucks his dick back into his pants, and then takes my hand, giving me a small, reassuring smile as we walk back to my apartment. The door is still open, I realize, so any hope of that neighbor not knowing who I am is totally out the window.

“He never saw your face, Grace.”

I roll my eyes and shake my head as he closes the door behind us. And then I look up at him, his expression still so clearly hungry for more. For more playful fun. For me. And then his hand is between my legs, his fingers pushing inside me, so slick with my wetness they slide around.

“You liked it?” he asks, his words so low and soft that I feel another gush between my legs as he plays with me.

I let out a long exhilarating rush of air and nod. And then I laugh. “Jesus. That was…” I look up to him, for guidance maybe. Or reassurance. He nods and in that moment he gives me both. He gives me just what I need.

“Fun? Sexy? Dirty? Hot? Fucking incredible? The way you sucked my cock, Grace… Christ, I want to pull my dick out and come on your face just thinking about it.”

I bite my lip and drop to my knees, my legs open a little, just enough to give him a peek at my swollen and sopping wet clit. I swallow hard and look up at him. “Do it, Mr. Asher. Come on my face.” And then I open my mouth and wait to see what he’ll do.

He only hesitates for a moment, and then he’s unbuckling his pants and pulling out his half-hard cock. He sticks it back inside my mouth and this time I put my hands behind my back and take a deep breath as he begins to face-fuck me. It starts slow and gentle, but he speeds up, almost losing control, his hips thrusting harder and harder.

“Oh, yes. Grace, you have no idea how good you feel. You have no idea.”

He grabs my hair again, but instead of the tight fist, he weaves his fingertips through it and strokes my scalp softly, all the while whispering comforting things, showering me with pretty words that make me feel special. “Your pu**y is so tight, it grips my c**k like a fist. Your lips wrap around my c**k so perfectly, I never want to take it out. That’s it,” he says, guiding my head to pleasure himself. “Just like that,” he moans as I let him in farther, gagging and choking. And then he throws his head back and withdraws from my mouth. I stay open, looking up at his face. But his eyes are closed and when he comes a second time, he misses my tongue and it squirts on my cheek, then he aims down and the rest of his pleasure spills out across my chest.