43 - I Fell for Her

43 - I Fell for Her

Damon

“Fuck,” I said, pulling out of her and fixing my shirt. “I have to take this.”

She cleared her throat before I could accept the call, looking hot as fuck straightening her blouse and skirt.

“What is it?” I asked, knowing she wanted something by the look in her eyes. I’d have to force my wet dick down and suffer through blue balls the entire meeting.

“Sorry, I had something in my throat,” she said, clearing her throat again and eyeing me as if I was a piece of meat. “Unfortunately, it wasn’t you.”

I raised my brow. “You want to suck my cock, dirty girl?”

She bit her lip and nodded. “I came, but you didn’t…”

I sat in my