A Million Guilty Pleasures: Million Dollar Duet by C.L. Parker

Hungry?” he asked, and I nodded. “Good, because I’ve got something for you right here.”
    I heard the clinking of his belt buckle and then the metal against metal as his zipper was released.
    “I missed your lips,” he said, kissing me chastely. Then he sighed heavily. “And I really missed your mouth.”
    He wasn’t talking about my sarcastic wit, either, and it kind of made me all giddy inside because I knew I could take care of that for him, gladly.
    With his hand still fisted in my hair, he pushed my head down toward his crotch, where his cock was already free and giving me a Hey! How are ya? I’m the piece of meat that’s about to get crammed down the back of your throat when my man, Noah, there forces you headfirst into his lap so that he can fuck your mouth. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Shouldn’t have worn the panties, woman .
    I stifled a giggle because it wasn’t like I was the least bit intimidated by the threat. How could something I wanted be considered punishment? I was getting off easy. Or, rather, he was going to be the one to get off. And maybe that was his angle.
    “I love you,” I whimpered, hoping to change his mind if in fact he had no intention of letting me get mine.
    “Mmm-hmm. I love you, too, kitten. Now suck my cock,” he said, pushing my head into his lap.
    I loved that he hadn’t lost that domineering edge just because admissions of love had been spoken. It wouldn’t have been the same. He wouldn’t have been the same, and I didn’t want him to change who he really was.
    The angle I was approaching from wasn’t exactly prime, so I slid onto the floor between his legs and took him in my hand. His skin felt silky smooth and hot, yet he was as solid as marble, and I couldn’t help but admire his cock. He was all I had bragged that he was, and I’d missed him so.
    I took him into my mouth and hummed at finally having him back there. He was right; I did enjoy having his cock in my mouth a little too much.
    “Fuck, yeah. You love this, don’t you? Bad girls like to suck cock, don’t they? Let me see.” He groaned as he gathered my hair up into his hand so that he could have a better view to watch what I was doing.
    I hummed again in answer and bobbed my head more earnestly, wanting to make him happy. Saliva was dripping down his shaft, making it easier for me to exaggerate my motions and take him deeper.
    Noah hissed. “Goddamn, that feels so fucking perfect. I love to hear those wet sounds when you’re sucking my cock real good and proper like that.”
    I started to move faster, spurred on by his dirty talk and a growl from somewhere deep within his chest erupted. Noah pulled hard on my hair and immobilized me. Then he started thrusting his hips, his dick quickly moving back and forth inside my mouth. I could feel him hit the back of my throat with each stroke, and he pulled nearly all the way out before pushing back in again. It was all I could do to control my gag reflex, but I loved it when he fucked my mouth.
    “I wish everyone else could see how fucking good you look sucking my cock,” he grunted.
    I have no idea what came over me; perhaps it was the realization from the elevator moments before, or the fact that I wanted everyone to see how good I made this man feel, but whatever the reason, I reached my hand up and pressed the button that controlled the window. The tinted glass slid down, giving greater Chicago front-row seats to our little show. I feltlike a porn star who’d just won the Golden Cock, even though the only thing anyone could see was my head bobbing up and down and Noah’s face with its expression of orgasmic pleasure. But make no mistake, anyone who pulled up next to us would definitely know what was up in the back seat of that limousine.
    “Oh, God, I really fucking love you, woman.” Noah moaned, the city lights spilling in through the opened window and casting moving shadows across his chiseled face.
    I took as much of him as I could, swallowing the head