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the world."
"I'm sorry," I say.
My arms around her before I even realize it. Being alone is part and parcel of my job, but it's not easy, even if it's necessary to protect the ones I care about.
"There's nothing to apologize for. I just have to be there for him and do the best I can."
"He'll make it," I say. I want him to make it. I want Jessica to have someone. And it echoes in my voice.
Jessica leans into me, her head nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder and her eyes looking up at me. "Thanks. I know there's nothing you can do, but it still feels good hearing that."
I'm rock hard, yet this woman is turning me into a softie. How the hell does that work?
Those eyes are just begging for me to come in and kiss her. And so is the view down her dress. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph those tits are ridiculous.
"What about you? Do you have anyone?"
Those eyes are just begging for me to have her. They're like magnets to my iron-hard cock.
"No one. You can't be in this business and have those kind of liabilities around."
I know that better than most. Hence, taking this high-paying mission for the repulsive Michael Drax.
"Is that what all they are? Liabilities?"
"Maybe it's the other way around. I can't be in this business and care about people. I'm a threat to their safety."
"Come on. You've never cared for anyone?"
The way she's looking at me, I know any lie I try to tell her would die on my tongue. So, I shake my head instead.
"No one. Jessica, if I got close to anyone, they'd become a target. And the people that'd target them do not miss ."
She rolls her eyes. "What about me? I definitely felt something last night in the parking lot. You didn't have to try and pick me up at that bar. You could've just pulled a gun on me instead."
She squeezes my leg, high up on my thigh, and blood pulses in my cock. I feel lightheaded. It might be the scotch, or it might be the fact that most of my blood supply is currently coursing to my crotch.
"So why did you flirt with me? Why did you sing to me?"
"I improvised. I could've pulled a gun on you, yeah, but I decided to have a little fun instead…"
"Fun?"
"It isn't often I get paid to pick up the most attractive woman at a bar. So, yeah, I wanted to have a little fun."
"Fun, like this…?"
I open my mouth to answer her, but the sound of my zipper coming undone shuts me up.
She pulls me out of my briefs. I'm rock hard, and her hand looks small circling around my cock. Jessica hesitates for a second, looking at me.
She licks her lips.
She opens her mouth.
Every nerve in my body explodes at the wet, warm sensation of her mouth around my cock. The world goes black for a second, then I force my eyes open again. Looking down, she's looking back at me, eyes still wide.
"What are you doing?" My voice is vibrating deep in my chest, a long, low rumble.
"Improvising," she says, taking my cock out of her mouth for just a second. "Having fun."
She swallows me again.
Heat pulses through my veins. All I can feel is the back of her throat against the head of my cock and her tongue stroking up and down my shaft.
Her hand grips the base of my cock and gives it one long, slow tug.
I groan.
"Is that what this is?"
I slid my hand down her back, down the smooth silk dress, until I reach the hem and lift it up. Underneath, it's the barest whisper of panties that easily slide away from her smooth pussy.
She's wet, dripping.
I tease the edges of her pussy with my fingers. Slowly caressing her smooth lips before applying gentle pressure to her clit. She shakes at my touch, like my finger's just hit a release inside her for all the tension that's been building between us.
And god damn, the sigh she makes while her head bobs up and down on my cock has me so hard it almost hurts. She's only able to take me halfway, but fuck if she isn't trying for more.
"Don't you like improvising?" she asks.
"Fuck yes."
I
"I'm sorry," I say.
My arms around her before I even realize it. Being alone is part and parcel of my job, but it's not easy, even if it's necessary to protect the ones I care about.
"There's nothing to apologize for. I just have to be there for him and do the best I can."
"He'll make it," I say. I want him to make it. I want Jessica to have someone. And it echoes in my voice.
Jessica leans into me, her head nuzzling into the crook of my shoulder and her eyes looking up at me. "Thanks. I know there's nothing you can do, but it still feels good hearing that."
I'm rock hard, yet this woman is turning me into a softie. How the hell does that work?
Those eyes are just begging for me to come in and kiss her. And so is the view down her dress. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph those tits are ridiculous.
"What about you? Do you have anyone?"
Those eyes are just begging for me to have her. They're like magnets to my iron-hard cock.
"No one. You can't be in this business and have those kind of liabilities around."
I know that better than most. Hence, taking this high-paying mission for the repulsive Michael Drax.
"Is that what all they are? Liabilities?"
"Maybe it's the other way around. I can't be in this business and care about people. I'm a threat to their safety."
"Come on. You've never cared for anyone?"
The way she's looking at me, I know any lie I try to tell her would die on my tongue. So, I shake my head instead.
"No one. Jessica, if I got close to anyone, they'd become a target. And the people that'd target them do not miss ."
She rolls her eyes. "What about me? I definitely felt something last night in the parking lot. You didn't have to try and pick me up at that bar. You could've just pulled a gun on me instead."
She squeezes my leg, high up on my thigh, and blood pulses in my cock. I feel lightheaded. It might be the scotch, or it might be the fact that most of my blood supply is currently coursing to my crotch.
"So why did you flirt with me? Why did you sing to me?"
"I improvised. I could've pulled a gun on you, yeah, but I decided to have a little fun instead…"
"Fun?"
"It isn't often I get paid to pick up the most attractive woman at a bar. So, yeah, I wanted to have a little fun."
"Fun, like this…?"
I open my mouth to answer her, but the sound of my zipper coming undone shuts me up.
She pulls me out of my briefs. I'm rock hard, and her hand looks small circling around my cock. Jessica hesitates for a second, looking at me.
She licks her lips.
She opens her mouth.
Every nerve in my body explodes at the wet, warm sensation of her mouth around my cock. The world goes black for a second, then I force my eyes open again. Looking down, she's looking back at me, eyes still wide.
"What are you doing?" My voice is vibrating deep in my chest, a long, low rumble.
"Improvising," she says, taking my cock out of her mouth for just a second. "Having fun."
She swallows me again.
Heat pulses through my veins. All I can feel is the back of her throat against the head of my cock and her tongue stroking up and down my shaft.
Her hand grips the base of my cock and gives it one long, slow tug.
I groan.
"Is that what this is?"
I slid my hand down her back, down the smooth silk dress, until I reach the hem and lift it up. Underneath, it's the barest whisper of panties that easily slide away from her smooth pussy.
She's wet, dripping.
I tease the edges of her pussy with my fingers. Slowly caressing her smooth lips before applying gentle pressure to her clit. She shakes at my touch, like my finger's just hit a release inside her for all the tension that's been building between us.
And god damn, the sigh she makes while her head bobs up and down on my cock has me so hard it almost hurts. She's only able to take me halfway, but fuck if she isn't trying for more.
"Don't you like improvising?" she asks.
"Fuck yes."
I
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