Sometimes I am just so bored. What do I do about it? Write something to keep myself entertained:
“Don’t look so nervous,” he said when they sat down.
She tried to laugh it off, but she feared that it only made her sound hysterical. She was so glad when the wine came.
“Tell me about yourself,” he said. His leg brushed up against hers. “What are your likes and dislikes?”
“To be honest… I’m not very adventurous. This is the first time I’ve done anything like this.”
His smile widened. “I can’t wait to see you when you let loose.”
It reminded her of what Sam had said earlier. She wasn’t sure why these men were so interested in seeing her go wild. What did they see that she wasn’t getting?
Their food came—they never ordered, the staff just put a plate in front of her and she had to think that Mr. Thorne must have brought his dates there often. It wasn’t a heavy meal, only a few bites in each course, but it would be enough to give her energy throughout the night.
The strangeness came over her again and she wondered how Millie Anderton let herself be talked into this.
Then Thorne’s hand closed over hers. The one with her wedding ring, in fact.
“Now it’s time for dessert,” he said.
Before long they were back in his car and once they got out of the city it really tore up the road and Millie thought they’d get pulled over for speeding. He finally slowed down when they turned down an out of the way street and came to a stop when it terminated overlooking the green hills of a country club. It was a beautiful sight, and she couldn’t help but feel like a teenager who had gone out to park.
Thorne’s arm slipped around her shoulders, pulling her over to him. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her chest, reaching under her dress to take hold of one of her breasts and give it a firm squeeze.
She heard the purr of him unzipping his fly and she didn’t hesitate for a second to drop down into his lap and find his thick, throbbing cock. She wrapped her hand around it and rubbed it up and down, a thrill running up her spine at the power within her grasp.
She pressed her lips against the tip and sucked it in, her tongue swirling around it while she kept her hand jerking the shaft. The salty tang of pre-cum splashed her tongue and she gave the helm a long, slow lick before sucking him in deeper. It took a surprising amount of restraint to stop herself from pulling him in deeper. She didn’t want to make him come too early.
She released him and panted for air while her hand squeezed his spit-slick shaft. He clearly wanted her to go back down on him but she was enjoying the desperation oozing out of him. Her hand squeezed around his balls and another line of pre-cum spurted out.
When she was ready, she moved down and pulled him back into her mouth to suck up all the pre-cum. She moved down lower and lower, until he was jabbing the back of her throat, and tried to think of that trick she read about in some magazine to suppress your gag reflex. She curled her free hand into a fist and that did it, although the thickness of his cock meant that he was choking off her air. Not that she minded.
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