Snack
Davis
I was on the phone in the room that I used as a home office. I looked at the time on my computer and sighed. It was two in the afternoon. I wanted to spend time with Isha this morning, but then Dawson got a series of emails on a new client. He needed us to rescue his sister from an abusive marriage. Apparently, the woman was kept captive, locked in their home with no way out. Their help kept their eyes on her and reported to him constantly.
She had been able to reach out to him by using her husband’s computer he had left open when he went to take a shower. She sent one word. HELP! And then deleted everything on her end.
She lived in France with her husband. She had no family or friends to help her and their house also had guards that roamed the grounds of their estate. I was in charge of getting the aerial surveillance, the blueprints of the grounds and the estate. Right now, I am on the phone with a man in France discussing the logistics of getting old and new blueprints. The new ones I can get myself by hacking into the digital public records. But for some reason the old blueprints never got uploaded, so I had to go the old-fashioned route and talk to someone, which was a chore for me. Lucky for me, my stutter didn’t happen while using a foreign language.
A soft knock came to my door and I looked up. I smiled when Isha peeked in. I waved her over as I talked to Jaque
Polson.
I spoke fluently to him about obtaining the blueprints as soon as possible. I had my eyes on Isha and her eyebrows rose in surprise. She had one of Ford’s T-shirts on and I didn’t like it. I scowled at her and stood up, putting my phone on speaker and lying it on the desk. I started unbuttoning my shirt. Now, I was just going to give her my shirt, but the moment I started to undress, her smile went wide, and she whipped off the shirt she was wearing, and I sucked in a
breath so harsh I started to cough. In just Ford’s boxer briefs she was stunning.
“Ca’va?” Jaque asked.
“Oui, I am fine,” I said in a mix of French and English, but really all the blood in my head rushed to my d*ck, and then she stripped off the boxer briefs. I mouthed ‘Oh f*ck, and she beamed as she sauntered over to me.
She finished taking my shirt off and tossing it on the ground, and then she dropped to her knees and started to unbuckle,
unbutton, and unzip my slacks. They fell to my ankles. I was half listening to the excuses Jaque was giving me because my sole focus was now on the gorgeous woman on her knees in front of me.
I spoke rapid French to hurry him along, and the liquid heat that hit Isha’s eyes had me pausing. She liked it. She likes hearing me speak another language, so I slowed down and put a little more warmth in my tone as I seduced her with my
random words.
I watched her lick her lips as she pulled my boxer briefs down and my d*ck sprang out. She grasped me and I inhaled
slowly. With her other hand she pushed a little and I sat in my office chair.
“Yes, I really need them as ssssoon as ppposible,” I said, the first time ever stuttering in French as she wrapped her pretty lips around the head of my c*ck. She swirled her tongue around my head and flicked it against the sensitive underside, and I groaned.
“Are you sure you are okay, my friend?” Jaque asked again.
“Fine,” I barely said, as Isha deep throated my c*ck, and I felt her tongue come out and swipe along my b’ll sack.
My eyes closed, she started to bob her head up and down. I couldn’t keep my hands to myself and I fisted her beautiful hair in a pony and started helping her
“So, you see, it’s a little difficult to give you what you need.”
“It’s so not difficult,” I whispered. I watched her swallow and I groaned low. “Just do it, I’ll pay double.”
She gagged, and I growled, “Take it all,” I whispered to her.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry Jaque, just thinking out loud,” I said.
She breathed through her nose and took me deeper and I hummed. So f*cking good.
Jaque rambled on, and I grabbed Isha’s head and shoved her down to hold her, feeling her swallowing. She has no idea what she is doing to me. She’s unraveling me, and I was about to f*ck her pretty mouth like a man possessed. She tapped my thigh and I let her up. She gasped for air, and Jaque paused.
“Keep going,” I said to both of them. I wiped the saliva off of her chin, and then I shoved her back down as I thrusted up. I used her mouth and throat and to my utter astonishment she took it like she was made to take my c*ck in her mouth all
her life.
The sounds she was now making were becoming a little obscene, but I just didn’t give a flying f*ck, it felt so good, and
Jaque didn’t seem to notice.
“Here it comes, baby,” I whispered.
And I went all the way down her throat, Her nose hit my groin and I grunted, trying my hardest not to shout as I came
down her talented throat.
Jaque was quiet. Did he ask me a question?
“I’m sorry, got distracted,” I said as Isha came off me, licking every drop from my shaft and then licking the bit on the sides
of her mouth. She was so s*xy.
I picked her up and had her straddle me. I got in the drawer of my desk and pulled out a condom. She stopped my hand
and shook her head. I felt the heat blaze in my eyes. Oh, sh*t, does she want me raw?
“I asked if I could get them to you in two days,” Jaque said.
“Jaque, I need them today, I’ll pay triple.”
I slid into her and her head fell back. I attacked her neck with my mouth and tongue. She was so tight, so wet. Her walls
were soft and warm. I helped her move up and down in a slow pace. I sucked her neck between my lips. There was
going to be another hickey on her.
“That’s seventy-five thousand for just some blueprints,” Jaque said.
“I’m desperate,” I said. But those words weren’t for Jaque, they were for Isha, who lifted her head and looked into my
eyes.
She rotated her hips as she rocked on top of me. She grasped my face and brought her lips to mine. She moved with
grace and perfection. She slid up and down my shaft while Jaque talked. She ground down on me, making me groan just a little too loudly.
“You don’t sound so good, my friend. I’ll get those blueprints by the end of the day for you. Might be a little late, but you’ll have them before midnight your time.”
“Thank you Jaque,” I said. He said goodbye and I let him end our call because I had Isha’s ass in my hands, and I was not letting go.
“F*ck baby. I was just giving you my shirt because I wanted my clothes on you. But this is better,” I said, kissing her jaw.
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She giggled and moved on me faster and harder. We didn’t say another word until we both exploded. She bit my shoulder as she screamed at the same time and I shouted with my release.
Then I just held her.
“You let me c*m in you,” I said.
“I trust you, I’m clean, I know you and the guys are. Dawson showed me all your medical reports. I’m also on birth control. And I wanted to feel you. I didn’t want a barrier between us.”
“I’m so glad,” I whispered. Her head was on my shoulder, and I was petting the back of her head and following the line of
her hair.
“Davis, I didn’t know you could speak French. You speak it,so well.”
I smiled and then pulled her back to look at her.
“I can speak Italian and Spanish too. For some reason, my stutter doesn’t happen when I sing or speak in a foreign
language.”
“You seem to be doing well with English too,” she said, smiling, running her fingers through my hair and scraping her nails along my scalp. It felt so f*cking good.
“That’s because I’ve been practicing my tongue twisters and I feel comfortable around you.”
“Do you like me that much, Davis?” she teased.
I looked at her deeply. “I so like you, Isha. More than you know.”
“Can I sleep with you tonight, Davis?”
My insides lit with joy. I thought she would pick Dawson or Ford to sleep with.
“Yes, I’d like that very much.”
“Good, because this was just a snack.” She kissed my lips, then my nose. She got off of me and dropped to her knees. She licked me clean, which had me going rock hard again. She then winked at me, picked up my shirt and put it on with
Ford’s boxer briefs.
“There’s a couple of sundresses in my closet and a pack of undies in my top drawer. No bras,” I said, smiling.
She giggled, kissed me one more time and left my office. Well, that was a nice snack.
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