“I was half naked. Besides, you were hitting on that reporter.”
“I was?”
“Yes, you were. Friday night,” I assume my best Connor voice. “We don’t have to talk at all.”
“You sound jealous.” He tucks my hair behind my ear.
I slap his hand away. “You can’t put my baby on the news ever again.”
“Oh, but I can.” He grips my wrist and guides my hand toward his groin, where he forces my hand open and cups himself with it. Connor Crossbow is big.
I squeeze harder.
He hisses but doesn’t let me pull my hand away. “I can put your baby on the news. I can put you on the news. I can do whatever I want. You have no control over what I can and can’t do.”
I scoff. “Thank you for that reminder.”
“Welcome. I already told you I won’t. It’s done. The two black dresses you picked out? Which will you wear to the wedding?”
“I’m not sure yet. There are still a few more to try.”
He moves my hand over his pants, up and down his dick. “Wrong answer.”
I can’t get over how big he is. I thought he exaggerated when he talked about his length. “What’s the right answer?”
“Whichever one pleases you most.”
“Okay, I’ll wear whichever one pleases you most.” I unbuckle his belt.
“It’s the one you’re wearing.”
“But you haven’t seen me in the others.”
“I don’t need to. You could wear a polar bear costume, and I’d still like it on you.”
“Don’t…” I close my eyes, open them, tug his zipper down. “Don’t say stuff like that to me.”
“Hey, Dina,” Connor shouts. “How long till you come out?”
I slap a hand over his mouth. “You’re going to wake up the baby.”
Connor removes my hand. “The baby sleeps like a hibernating bear. I’m on the phone yelling at idiots while she sleeps on my chest all the time.”
“I need about five more minutes,” Dina shouts back. “I didn’t like the three I put on. I think this one is a winner. Did they bring champagne?”
Connor looks at his watch. “You can get on your knees, or I’ll take you up against this wall.”
I drop to my knees and take him out. He’s pierced, as promised, and I swipe my thumb over the piercing, which makes Connor groan. I stroke over eight inches of him. “It’s a beautiful dick.” I compliment him. “The piercing looks gorgeous.”
“Hello?” Dina calls.
“I sent them to the store for orange juice,” Connor says to Dina. He shows me his stopwatch, which reads one minute. He hits Go, and the digits fly.
Immediately, I deep throat him and roll my eyes at the taste of him, clean and masculine, and as I bob my head, working my mouth over his length, the piercing hits the back of my throat. Gagging, my eyes filled with tears, I continue, but faster. I cup his sac with one hand and the base of him with the other while making eye contact with him.
Connor falls back against the wall. His hands come to rest on my head. He pinches my cheek as he bites down on his bottom lip. “Such a good girl,” he says. “Almost there.” He fists my hair, then thrusts into my mouth. He jabs himself so far inside that I gag loudly, but he doesn’t let up, so I keep gagging, effectively swallowing everything he shoves down my throat.
I reach behind my head and feel for his stopwatch. I hit Stop, then wipe my mouth as I stand. The timer reads67s. I pout. “You did it faster. You win.”