This time I’ll fit him all in my mouth. He jerks as I trace the crease between his balls with my tongue.

“It’s such a shame we don’t have frosting,” I mumble.

I lick my lips, ready to take his girth in my mouth. His hot, smooth shaft pulses in my palm.

“Suck me,” he says.

“Are we pretending I’m your hooker, Miller?”

“My fling,” he says. “Just a stranger I picked up by the bar; who I’m going to fuck in every possible way.”

“A stranger who’s going to swallow every last drop after you cum,” I assure him.

My grip around his cock tightens, and I open my mouth wider, sliding the thick length inside. I lick it, suck it, and pump with my mouth and hands.

“Fuck,” he groans.

“Touch yourself,” he orders. “Make us come at the same time.”

I do as he says and rub my clit while I move my mouth faster and faster, hitting the back of my throat with his crown. His legs tremble and we’re both close to the edge.

“You’re killing me.” The man’s voice shakes as I suck him harder.

I let his length go and kiss his tip.

“Death by lust,” I say. “Would that adversely affect my evaluation, sir?”

He groans as I suckle his sac. He buries his hands in my hair, coaxing my head closer to him. I nibble, kiss, and suck the flesh around the base of his shaft. He grows harder. He’s a piece of marble and even looks like David.

Sculpted.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you, babe,” he mutters, lifting me from the floor. “We can play later, but right now I need you like I need my next breath.”

He snakes an arm around my waist, pulling me against his bare chest. Those intense brown eyes catch my soul, sucking it slowly.

“Miller,” I say, wanting more than his words and his mouth. The need to belong to him overtakes all reason.

“Please,” I beg him.

He takes my mouth. His lips are first soft and then hard before he pushes his tongue into my mouth. Soon our tongues begin to twirl like two lovers trying to fuse into one. His kiss consumes me. His touch burns my skin in the most delicious way.

My hands slide down his back to his firm ass and I pull him against me, rubbing myself against him, trying to find some release because the ache between my legs is killing me.

“Miller,” I beg him. “I need you inside me, now.”

My pulse races as he pushes me against the wall.

“Arms up.” He lifts them above my head and strips me from my lace panties. He kisses my neck and says, “They’re mine. My precious souvenir.”