Chapter 20

Wade

She obeys, dropping to her knees and greedily pulling me into the back of her throat. "Holy fucking shit." I thought she'd take it slow, limber up a bit, and take her time, but she doesn't.

I grab the sides of her beautiful face and fuck her mouth. She gags when I go too deep but doesn't stop as she sucks me harder, bobbing her head back and forth, moaning like she's enjoying every hot as fuck minute.

She digs her nails into the skin of my ass, encouraging me to keep going, but I pull out and hold my cock at the base and grin down at her.

Slowly, she runs her hands up my abs, making me moan from her touch. "You're beautiful, Wade." No one has ever told me I am beautiful before, but I accept the compliment although I don't believe her.

"Show me how beautiful you think I am." Tapping the head of my cock on her lips, I paint them with more precum, transferring her lipstick onto my head in return. She pushes her tongue right out of her mouth and doesn't even flinch as I lean down and spit on her tongue.

Grinning up at me, her eyes full of desire, she licks my length from base to tip with her lubricated tongue, flicking it against the thick vein of my dick. "Fuck, you're so fucking dirty."

She nods and pulls me into her mouth again, making me fling my head back with a deep groan. "You're my nasty girl, aren't you?"

Her mouth full of my cock, she hums a yeah. I almost come on the spot when she goes to town on my dick like a woman possessed, as if I'm the best thing she's ever tasted.

Swirling her tongue around my head, she sucks, licking me until I can't think straight anymore, then moves her hand up and down my shaft, making a tunnel for me to fuck. It's double the pleasure, and I won't last much longer. Her tongue is magical.

"You're so fucking good at that." Her mouth is warm and wet and the end of my cock throbs like it's going to explode. "Does your pretty face like getting fucked?"

She hums a sound that sounds a lot like a yes, then pushes my dick out of her mouth with her tongue. "Be a good boy and come for me."

Her praise makes me feel warm and fuzzy in a way I don't quite understand but like, a lot. I want more of it. My chest is burning with the intimacy building between us.

"You're perfect." I look down at her with admiration. I love how she is taking control of me, and her simple command to come is driving me wild. I can't stop this runaway train from coursing out of control.

"Shut up and come on my tongue." She dismisses me, slapping my ass then sucking me deep into her mouth and I can't help the loud groan that roars from my chest.

I grab her hair and pull it into a ponytail so I can watch her give me the best blow job I"ve ever had.

And then it happens. It's game over.

"Oh, fuck, baby. I'm coming." I wait for her to stop sucking my cock, but she flattens her tongue, sliding it along the throbbing vein that runs the length of my shaft, pushing me over the edge.

My legs shake as one of the most intense orgasms fires through my body and up through my balls. I let go of her hair, making it fall back around her face in waves while I grab onto the kitchen island to steady me as thick cords of cum slip down her throat.

Not wanting to stop, I pump in and out of her mouth slowly, watching her swallow every drop. "You're fucking beautiful." I know I keep saying it, but she is. And she's mine.

Not yours, Wade.

Fuck, she's not.But I am the one who messed up her perfect glossy locks, red lipstick and made her black eyeliner smear under her tear-filled eyes.

Slowly, she slides me out of her mouth, then kisses my tip, making me shudder. It's so unexpected how much I like her, and the way she worshipped my cock like a goddess has me questioning everything.

Her pupils dilate. "I'd like you to do things to me with your tongue."

We'd be perfect together. Sexually, I think we're so fucking compatible it's sort of freaking me out. It was never like that with Amelia. She wasn't very experimental, while I always wanted to try different things.

I help Kali up off the floor and cradle her face in my hands. "That wasn't staying focused, Kali." My vision is only just starting to clear. I swear I saw stars when I came or blacked out. Whatever happened, it was fucking great.

"Saturday night wasn't a onetime thing. We fucked up." She mirrors my words from earlier. "I can't move on or forget about it." Her words do something to my stomach I can't put my finger on. It's like a cyclone on super spin and it's eating everything in its path, including my logic. She blinks slowly and bites her lip suggestively.

I move in to take what I want because this is what she wants too.

And it's wrong of me to want her, but it feels so right.

She doesn't like you as much as you like her… it's all in your imagination…

The faint reminders of who I truly am deep down bombard my brain.

Impulse coursing through my veins, the air between us shifts, and all I see is her. I can no longer keep ignoring the connection we have.

She does like me. I know she does.

Her lips ghost mine, my breathing becoming labored as if my body knows this is the most important kiss I'll ever have.

Tap, tap, tap."Sweetie, it's me." We both jump as a flamboyant voice shrills on the other side of the door, making me draw a deep breath that feels a lot like a mix of relief and regret.

"That's Emmanuel." Kali smiles nervously, peeling my hands off her jaw as we both step away from one other at the same time.

"We should stop whatever this is." She motions to the space between us.

We should.

Maybe we shouldn't.

Maybe it's better that I didn't kiss her.

My mind's a mess.

If I kiss her, I have a feeling it would only make this strange new obsession I have with her a billion times worse.

Surprising me, I hear her muttering under her breath, "Are rules not meant to be broken, Kali?" I almost laugh but pretend I don't hear her.

Looking back at me, batting her black eyelashes, looking every inch like Cleopatra, she's a fucking iconic goddess, which would make me Anthony. And that can only mean one thing; we are torn between lust and doing the right thing. If we give in to how we feel, we might just destroy one another in the process, but can we stay apart?

Another knock at the door reminds us that we are taking too long to answer.

"Do I look okay?" Wiping under both eyes and fixing her lipstick in the mirror on the wall, her lips are all swollen and poutier than ever from having them stretched around my cock.

A vision I won't forget.

"You look…" Fuckable, like I want to bury my cock in your pussy right now fuckable. "… fine." Not fine. "Great." Gorgeous.

"Thanks." Combing her fingers through her hair, she tucks it behind each ear and checks out my cock she just sucked the life out of before instructing me, "Sort yourself out in the bedroom and I'll help Emmanuel organize your new outfits. Then the realtor at eleven." With the flick of a switch, she's back to business, and like the Kali I was introduced to on the first day we met.

This is exactly what we should be like.

Her, my publicist, me, her client.

Keep telling yourself that, Wade, because you know you've already crossed the line.

Is there a way to step back over it to undo what we just did?

I don't think I'll be able to stay away from her.

But I have to.

While she's been successful for her entire career, I couldn't even get eight years into mine without fucking up and feeling like a failure.

She doesn't need me in her life.

I lift my boxers off the floor and walk to my bedroom. I look down at my semi-hard cock that's ready to go again with her as I step into my room and discover a rim of perfect red lipstick around the base.

Kali Roth just gave me the best blow job of my life.

I'm getting that lipstick permanently tattooed on my dick.

It will be the only reminder of her on my body.

Because we both know nothing more can happen between us.

But my dick hates me right now, and I hate myself even more for suggesting it.

Why is everything I do lately filled with complications?

Life sucks.

But not in the same way Kali Roth sucks.

Because that was life-altering.