passed out from orgasm exhaustion and woke up with another. Seems to me you should be calling me Pussy King, not Satan.”
“Pussy King? Is that like Tiger King minus Carol insert Evette? Am I going to have to buy you tiger print shirts or do you already have some hanging in your closet?”
“Glad to see you’re awake and cognizant.”
“Why’s—”
I didn’t let her finish her question. I was done talking and shared this by hooking her around the back of her neck and slamming my mouth against hers. My tongue pushed in and hers retreated. She gave and I took. Beautiful. She slanted her head, giving me more thus I took more until her hands that had once been latent on my chest started to claw and scratch on their journey of discovery. Shortly thereafter she fisted my hair and mewed.
I was done. I broke the kiss and was very aware of how gruff and demanding I sounded when I ordered, “Knees.”
I was so close that when she dropped down and pulled the head of my cock between her lips I was ready. I gave zero fucks Evette was going to suck me off in under a minute. And when her tongue glided down my length and she added a good amount of suction, the sixty seconds I thought it would take significantly lessened. I had enough time to cup her jaw and watch my cock disappear into her mouth eight times, and yes I’d counted, before I warned, “Gonna come, honey.”
Her eyes opened and drifted up to meet mine but she didn’t slow her movements. And seeing those beautiful eyes cast up, not hazy but smiling, I shot down her throat. I lost sight of her when she moaned around my cock and pleasure chased pleasure up my spine and I had no choice but to close my eyes and enjoy.
My eyes opened when she released me from her mouth, to find her sitting back, ass to her heels, smiling brightly.
“Proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I asked.
“Well, it would suck if you were the Pussy King and you didn’t have a Queen.”
I reached down, hooked her under her pits, lifted her up, shoved my face into her neck, and burst out laughing. It was a good while later when my laughter wore out that I got to my knees and worshiped my queen.
By the time we showered, dried off, got ready, and made our way to the kitchen, it took longer than a minute. Cooper had plenty to say about the delay. Thankfully, by the time Evette came out to get her breakfast he’d worn himself out.
“Babe. Cool it.” I leaned over and whispered.
That was the third time I’d said those words to Evette. The first time was when we got to the office and Evette caught sight of Zane coming down the stairs from his office. The second was when Z entered the conference room. And again right then as Evette narrowed her eyes on my boss.
“You gotta problem you wanna share with the class, Evette?” Zane asked, still looking down at his tablet, proving the asshole did indeed see all, hear all, and know all and he didn’t have to look directly at you to know.
“Z,” I warned.
“I don’t think you’re very nice,” Evette blurted out, and Zane, Linc, Owen, Coop, and Garrett all chuckled. “And I’m on the fence if I even like you.”
“I don’t have a nice bone in my body. Well, it depends—your cock’s a muscle, right? You just use it to bone?” he asked conversationally.
“Zane,” I rumbled a new warning.
“Point is, I’m not nice. And I don’t mind if you don’t like me; my wife does and serious as fuck, she’s the only person who matters. Besides, you seem to like our boy Gabe there, so all’s well.”
Zane was so full of shit. We all mattered to him. Evette mattered as well, or he wouldn’t have been doing all he was to ensure her safety and doing it for free as if he didn’t care. But I wasn’t going to call him on it and I didn’t want Evette to get into a pissing match with him. When Zane got testy he kicked up the sarcasm about fifty notches and I was not in the mood to deal with a more-than-normal satirical Zane.
“Can we please get down to business?” I inquired.
“Figured you would’ve taken care ‘a that before you came in. Coop cramping your style? The walls in the safehouse are soundproof, you know.”