Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145942 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 730(@200wpm)___ 584(@250wpm)___ 486(@300wpm)
He’s already hard and standing to attention, more than ready for me to take him whole. My gaze shifts around his big cock and meets his heavy stare to see nothing but excitement shining in his eyes. His gaze shifts across the table and judging by the direction they’ve gone, I can only assume that he’s silently letting Carver know exactly what he’s missing out on.
But enough time has been wasted and too many days have passed without me getting to taste him on my tongue. Besides, it’s only a matter of time before someone realizes that I’ve literally slipped away.
I shuffle in closer, raising up on my knees until I’m the perfect height to close my lips around his thick cock. I taste the small bead of moisture at his tip as his hand snakes down under the table and knots into my hair.
Fuck yes. This is exactly what I’ve been craving.
King is usually a vocal kind of guy. He likes to encourage me with whorish little words to let me know when I’m giving it to him right, but right now, the only sign that he’s in a world of blissful satisfaction is the way his fingers tighten in my hair, and damn it, it’s absolutely everything.
My hand moves up and down with my mouth, doing it just how he likes it as my other slips deeper and cups his balls, giving a gentle squeeze and loving the way his thighs flinch under my touch. My tongue works over his tip as I keep picking up my pace, being absolutely relentless and not wasting a single moment in my quest to taste him on my tongue.
I want him to come and I’m going to do whatever it takes to make it happen as quickly as possible. Knowing that Carver is probably impatiently waiting for his turn only makes it that much better, but Carver will have to wait. I don’t think I have time for two right now. Though, if he could somehow kick Matthew Montgomery out of his seat and move in beside King, then I’m sure I could do them at the same time.
The challenge has been thrown down and I keep myself busy, working up and down his cock and absolutely loving the way the tension rises in his body. His fingers tighten in my hair to the point of pain, but I fucking love it. I keep my hands moving, letting him have the premium Winter package, and all too soon his warm seed is shooting to the back of my throat, but I don’t let up, wanting every last drop. Though I have to admit, not getting to watch his face as he came undone kinda sucked, but I’m sure it’ll only be a matter of time before he makes it up to me.
King tucks his junk back into his pants and peers down at me below the table. He's watching me in wonder with half-closed eyes, his chest rising and falling all too quickly for a table like this. Hell, if the men sitting around it actually gave a shit about anything but themselves, I don’t doubt that they would have known exactly what was going on over here.
I make a show of licking my lips and not a second later, I crawl away, heading back to my seat, and just in time as the second I move away from King, his candidate is brought up and he’s called to defend the guy for the hundredth time today.
I scooch back up into my seat, having to slide up awkwardly so that my eyes peek up first. I quickly scan the table to see everyone focused on the task at hand—everyone apart from Carver who’s watching me with a slight shake of his head and an amused smirk on his lips, though the look in his eyes tells me that it’s on tonight, just me and him and a good fucking time.
I slowly slide higher in my chair until I’m fully seated and only then do I stand and look around the table, every eye coming to mine while I silently pray to whoever exists above that I didn’t accidentally end up with King’s cum dripping from my chin. “This has gone on for far too long. I don’t know about you guys, but I’m exhausted and I want to put this shit into motion. You’ve each had more than enough time to debate your arguments on your preferred applicant, and now it’s time to make your decisions. Is everybody’s mind made up or do you need more time?”
Mr. Danforth nods. “I’m ready to vote.”
“As am I,” Earnest says beside me.
Everyone nods and just like that, I get things started. “I am going to name each of the five candidates and you will only be permitted to raise your hand to vote twice. Be sure about your decision, as this is your one shot to make a difference for Dynasty. Tonight we will wrap this meeting with a full house. Is that understood?”