Chapter Three

Chapter Three

 

Sage's POV 

Without his approval, I walked over to him, and in no time I was standing in front of him. From that, I could measure out our height difference nicely, as he was much taller than my petite self, reaching just his chest. His cologne was a mixture of ocean scent and rain scent, and I just wanted to drown in it as I sat on the sink, looking up at his flustered face while pulling off my shoes. 

 

“I didn't expect you to be the shy type, but now you're totally even more of my type.” I said, grabbing his rock-hard cock with my legs, making him throw his head back, trying to stiffle a moan. 

 

He was trying hard to keep in, but as my feet moved up and down, rubbing him together, he let out a groan. “Fuck… I want your mouth,” his deep baritone made my stomach tingle, and a smirk appeared on my face as I got off, kneeling before him while looking up at him. 

 

His face immediately flushed as I stared up at him naughtily, grabbing his cock, and a soft gasp escaped his lips. 

 

My hand was small, but I still got a good grip of his almost 8-inch-long, huge, and hard cock. I glided my hands up and down, and it felt even hotter and hotter with the veins bulging out more and more. Here I was pleasuring this hot shot’s cock in the restroom, where anyone could just come in. 

 

“Please...” he breathed as I continued to move my hands against him, and I could tell he was on the verge of going crazy. 

 

I stuck my tongue out to the tip of his dick, licking his cum, and it tasted better than anyone I've tasted. 

 

“Yes–” I heard him gasp as my tongue flicked up and down his entire dick, and I slipped it into my mouth, feeling his hot thing in my mouth as it didn't go past beneath the top. 

 

Without a warning, his hands crept to my hair, shoving his cock into my mouth in one rough thrust. My eyes widened, and I could feel tears in my eyes, but the pleasure of his hard cock ramming down in my throat made my pussycat tingle. 

 

I love the way he got rough when he was this needy but all shy and gentle at first. Was he really my type of man? But he was much older than me, and this feels illegal, but who cares as long as I have a taste of his dick?

 

“Shit!” He let out a groan as he paused, the moment his entire thing shoved down into my throat. His grip on my scalp tightened as he began to move. He looked down at me with his mouth slightly parted and his face still flushed as he began to fuck my throat hard.

 

“Fuck, yes!” he moaned. “Your mouth is so fucking good.” His grunts grew louder and louder, filling the entire place, not caring if we got caught, but neither did I. 

 

He threw his head backwards, grunting even louder than before, his grip tightening around my hair, which made me moan against his cock. He was fucking my mouth so good, and I loved it so much. 

 

His pace suddenly grew a hundred times faster, making me feel even more pleasure than before. I have never felt this good from just someone fucking my mouth, and it felt like I was going crazy with his hot stranger. 

 

“Fuck, I'm going to cum.” He groaned, increasing his pace once more, thrusting in deeper in my throat. “I wanna cum in your mouth, fuck.”

 

He was so fucking cute and hot. He was the fucking best I've had pleasure from this much from just my mouth. Lost in my thoughts, I felt his hot liquid fill my mouth, some of it rolling out of the corner of my lips onto my chest. 

 

I sat on my foot, licking the remaining of his cum from the corner of my lips as I looked up at him, stroking his dick gently. For someone as old as he was, he looked so gentle and shy; I guessed that was the reason he didn't want to have any of those ladies. A man appearing as dominant as him, switching between dominant and submissive wasn't something really heard of. 

 

“I want you so much.” He groaned softly, and before he could move closer to me, a soft vibration came from the sinktop, and I saw him glance over at it. “Damn it.” 

 

He cursed as he reached out to grab the phone. “Speak.” His baritone suddenly held more power and authority, and I felt my knees go weak from just the aura he excluded. “I'll be there in five.” He replied, obviously unhappy about the interruption, before hanging up. 

 

“I'm sorry, mami,” he said softly, fixing himself. Calling me that made my cheeks heat up for some reasons, and I just wanted to pounce on bims, but it was obvious he had to leave. “I'll see you some other time.”

 

He handed me a card before slipping out of the restroom, leaving me on my weak knees. It was just his contact information and name on the card; nothing else but a smile appeared on my lips. At least I appeared dominant before him, unlike Theodore, who ruins everything for me. Get Theodore out of your mind, girl; you've got him now, Diego.

 

The name echoed in my head a few times, and his face floated back to my mind. Maybe he wasn't two decades older than I am because he was so gentle and acted nothing like that with me. Then my mind wandered back to the way he had answered the phone, like a man of authority. 

 

I stood up from my knees, cleaning myself up, before heading out of the restroom, and I could see Violet sitting where I had stood up, and when she locked eyes with me, I knew break time was over. “What a pain in the ass,” I mumbled, quite dissatisfied about the party popper. 

 

“Your meeting with Mr. Ivanovna has been scheduled for tomorrow. He wants to meet up to discuss the estate project.” Violet announced to me, but I wasn't even paying attention to her. What I wanted right now was Diego. I wanted his touch and his huge dick in me. 

 

“Are you listening?” she broke into my thoughts again. 

 

“Just do whatever, and when it's time, I'll leave for the meeting.” I rolled my eyes with a frown while walking away from her. 

 

“Did I do anything wrong?” She asked, not sounding like she was even going to be apologetic for it if she did do something wrong. 

The following afternoon, I was seated in the restaurant waiting for whoever this Mr. Ivanovna was to get here and settle whatever he wanted. It was something Violet could easily handle, but he specially requested to have a conversation with the CEO. 

 

Sitting there while sipping my coffee, a voice cut through my thoughts, making me look up. 

 

“Sorry to keep you waiting, Miss Willows,” a familiar baritone said, sitting in front of me, and when our eyes met, a tingling sensation ran down my stomach. 

 

It was him, Diego.