“That right here is the girl of my dreams,” Matlock groaned, handing Randy the iPad he’d been glued to for the past ten minutes. “I’m going to marry her.”
Randy looked at the video on the screen and his eyes bugged. “Jesus! What the hell is this one called?”
“Danni Deepthroat Does It Again,” Matlock said proudly.
Randy tilted the screen my way. I didn’t particularly want to look, but once my eyes caught what was happening, I couldn’t look away. It was like watching a car accident. It wasn’t something you wanted to see, but once it was happening, it was hard to turn your head. “Wow, she really doesn’t have any gag reflexes,” I said, amazed by her technique.
“No, she doesn’t.” Matlock grinned with pride.
“And it doesn’t bother you…you know…her doing that with other men?” I asked naïvely.
“She’s an actress. It means nothing.” He lifted an eyebrow as he gave me a wicked smile. “But with me, those moans mean something.”
I grimaced at him. “TMI, dude. TMI.”
I turned away and busied myself with dirty glasses.
Despite feeling a little weird about discussing Matlock’s girlfriend’s blowjob skills, I felt tingly and a little flushed. I thought about Bull. Thought about his thick, throbbing cock. Thought about how it felt when he pushed all of it into me yesterday and how full it made me feel.
So, when he walked into the bar from his office a few minutes later, my body lit up like the Fourth of July.
We had done the dance all day. The heated looks. The seductive smiles. The delicious lick of lips. By the time he asked me to follow him to his office so he could “go over the liquor inventory,” we barely made it inside his office before he had me pressed up against the door.
He kissed me deep and hard, and all previous convictions of this never happening again turned to ash and died. His growl was deliciously deep and desperate as I dragged my hands down to his hips so I could hold him tighter to me. I loved the feeling of him grinding into me, feeling him getting hard and knowing it was because of me.
We kissed like we couldn’t get enough, and I drank him in, savoring the sweet flavor of his lips and the luscious licks of his tongue into my mouth.
“I’ve been dying to have you all day,” he breathed heavily against my parted lips. “I want you on my desk again.”
In that moment, I thought about Danni Deepthroat and felt a sudden rush of inspiration surge through me.
Without a word, I sank to my knees and my name slipped from his lips when I released his belt buckle and undid his zipper.
Reaching inside his black pants, my body flared with desire when I felt the heaviness of him against my palm. I licked my lips. This was the first time I was seeing his cock up close, and it was like the rest of him. Big and powerful. He grew harder in my hand as I marveled at the thickly veined shaft that looked primal and monstrous, yet somehow felt silky smooth against my skin.
I bent my head, and a rough moan rumbled from his throat as I slid my wet tongue across the wide head before sucking him deep into my mouth. When the heavy head of his cock hit the back of my throat, he groaned and I felt a tremor slide through his body. I drew back along the throbbing length and slid my lips over the thick crown, hollowing my cheeks and engulfing it with a tight warmth.
He inhaled with a hiss.
“Goddamn!”
Inspired by his moans, I drew him back in again, sucking him down to the root. I was aroused. Wet. Throbbing. Loving the taste of him and getting off on the act of driving him wild with my lips and tongue. His hands lifted and tangled in my hair, his fingers gripping the roots as his pleasure grew.
His cock thickened even more in my mouth. Heavy with weight and salty with semen. I licked and suckled greedily, losing myself in the act, drinking him in and getting off on the desperate groans falling from his lips.
He was at my mercy, weak at the knees and completely under my spell. With one hand grasping the base, the other slid under the warmth of his balls and began to massage them.
A tremor quaked through him. “Oh fuck…”
His head fell back, and I tasted more saltiness on my tongue.
“I’m going to come,” he breathed desperately. He was giving me time to release him, but when I didn’t, he moaned urgently, “Taylor…”
I felt his cock pulse. Felt his fingers tighten in my hair. Felt his knees go weak and tasted the briny tang of his release in my mouth.
When he stopped pulsing against my tongue, I gently released him, sending a sensitive tremor rolling through his body. He let go of my hair and gripped the edge of the desk to steady himself.