Page 52 of Charming Mr Carrington

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She tastes delicious.

Tart and sweet, and it’s pouring out of her.

As she arches and clenches tightly around my fingers, I suckle on her clit.

“Good girl, enjoy my mouth on your pussy.”I lick.“Like you’ve been imagining in our meetings.Me licking your cunt, my tongue darting inside you.”

I do just that.

“Yes...”

“Yes, you have, you dirty girl.”I replace my fingers once more and circle her clit.“Now come for me, Gemma.Show me what a good dirty girl looks like when she comes on my face.”

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Pulsing around me, she climaxes powerfully, thrusting her sex into my face.

Christ, I want to slam my cock inside her and almost do as I stand and start to stoke myself.

Why wait?

I see the sparkle of the diamonds and remind myself this is one night that we won’t repeat.I don’t do repeats and I am not arrogant enough to think Gemma Ford will give me another night.

It will be business from here on in.

So, I am savoring every minute.

Tightening my hand around my cock, I help her off the table and thread my hands through her dark silky hair, kissing her with a rawness I’m only just containing.Then I lead her to the living room, in front of the fire and push on her shoulder.

“Down on your knees, pretty girl.”As she lowers, I guide my cock to her lips, and she hesitates.

God, please tell me she’s given head before.

I’m not asking.I squeeze her mouth and she opens, lifting her eyes to mine, making me ten times harder, if that’s possible.Then my hand slides around the back of her neck, and I let out a groan as her tongue slides out and pulls me into her hot mouth.

Gemma takes over.

Skillfully.

Fuck, yes.

The diamonds sparkle wildly as she works my cock up and down, and I hit the back of her throat.

“Fucking hell,” I moan, widening my legs.

Her breasts bounce, and my eyes dart to the heels on her feet still.She’s a living, breathing sex dream.If I don’t get ahold of myself, I’m going to come down her throat in seconds.

“You taste nice,” Gemma says.

“Jesus, woman.”I tighten my grip on her hair.“Don’t talk.”

She smiles, and for the first time, I see the little sexual demoness behind her façade.Perhaps it’s not a ruse, but I love this side of her.

God, imagine having time with a woman like this to fuck forever.Bringing her out of her shell, watching her glow and become the sexual goddess she really is.

Some man will.

It won’t be me.