Smiling, he crooks a finger. I sit up and scooch closer to him, taking his hard c**k in my hand. He threads a hand into my hair as I close my lips around the crown of his c**k and start sucking.
When I take him as far as I can until I gag, he tightens his fingers in my hair and releases a gravelly chuckle.
“I see someone’s looking for a promotion.”
I suck, lick, and stroke his c**k until he’s panting and his hands are shaking. When he moans, I know he’s close.
He pulls my head back and stares down at me for a long moment, his chest rising and falling, his eyes unblinking and intense. His voice comes out in a rasp.
“What do I do with you?”
I know what he means. He’s still fighting with himself, and with every second that passes, he’s losing the fight.
So I gaze up into his tortured e
