The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism

The command in her voice. The grip on my cock. The way she looked at me like I was hers to command.

"Your mouth," I said. "I want to come in your mouth."

"Better." She smiled and took me deep again.

This time she didn’t stop. Didn’t tease. Just sucked me hard and fast and perfect until I couldn’t hold back anymore. My orgasm hit like lightning. I came hard, my hips jerking, and she swallowed every drop without hesitation.

When I was done, shaking and spent, she sat back on her heels and licked her lips.

"Good boy," she said again.

I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing hard. My brain felt like mush.

Diane climbed up beside me. She was still fully dressed in her business suit. Still put together while I was completely wrecked. Something about that power dynamic made my spent cock twitch with interest.

"Feel better?" she asked.

"Feel dead."

"Mmm. Not dead." Her hand slid down my chest. "Just satisfied. For now."

"For now."

"You didn’t think that was finished, did you?" She propped herself up on one elbow. Her blue eyes caught the light from the window. "I just got home from Charleston. Three days is a long time to be away."

"Give me five minutes."

"Take ten." She kissed my chest once, lips soft against skin that still felt too sensitive. "I’ll make good use of the time."

She stood from the bed and started on her blouse. One button. Then another. Her fingers moved with the same precision she brought to everything else—measured, deliberate, completely aware that I was watching. The blouse fell away. Then the skirt, which she stepped out of without breaking eye contact. Her bra followed, joining the growing pile of expensive fabric on the floor. Finally her panties, which she hooked with one finger and let slide down her legs.

She stood there, fully bare, pink hair loose over her shoulders. The warm afternoon light through the window made her skin look impossibly smooth. Luster was still active at a low hum—I could feel it even from here, a faint pressure that made every line of her body sharper than it should be.

"You’re staring," she said.

"Yeah."

"Good." She climbed back onto the bed, moving with the slow confidence of someone who had never questioned whether she wanted something. This time she straddled my chest, her weight settling over my ribs, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of me. Her pussy was inches from my face. Close enough that I could see how wet she already was.

"Since you like looking so much," she said, voice dropping lower, "why don’t you use that mouth for something productive?"

I grabbed her hips and pulled her down. She gasped the moment my tongue found her clit. She was wet. More than wet. Already primed and ready, which was typical for Diane—she didn’t do half measures, not in meetings, not in negotiations, and definitely not here.

I ate her out the way I’d been thinking about for the last seventy-two hours. Tongue flat against her clit, then tightening the pressure. Alternating between slow and deliberate and fast enough to make her hips jerk forward. She tasted exactly like I remembered—clean, warm, faintly sweet in a way that didn’t make sense and didn’t need to.

Three days without this. Three days of Sloane, who was incredible in her own right but didn’t operate with the same kind of control. Diane knew exactly what she wanted. She didn’t hesitate. Didn’t second-guess. She just took.

She rode my face like she owned it. Her hands threaded into my hair, not pulling but guiding, adjusting the angle until I was hitting exactly where she needed. Her thighs tightened against the sides of my head. I could feel the tension building in her muscles, the small tremors that meant she was close.

"That’s it," she breathed. Her voice had gone breathy, less composed than it had been two minutes ago. "Right there. Don’t stop." 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

I didn’t. I sucked her clit into my mouth and slid two fingers inside her. She clenched around me immediately. Her thighs started shaking.

"Yes," she hissed. "Yes, just like that. Make mommy come on your tongue."

I curled my fingers up, finding that spot inside her that made her whole body jerk. Combined with my mouth on her clit, she didn’t stand a chance. She came hard, grinding down on my face, her pussy pulsing around my fingers as she shook apart above me.

When she finally stopped shaking, she lifted off and collapsed beside me on the bed.

"Okay," she panted. "Okay. You win."

"Win what?"

"The argument." She turned her head to look at me. "If Sloane gets to experience that? She’ll agree to anything."

I laughed despite myself. "That’s your takeaway?"

"That’s my takeaway." She rolled onto her side, pressing against me. "You have magic hands and a magic tongue and a magic cock. Of course she’ll want to share."

"I don’t think that’s how this works."

"Sure it is." Her hand found my cock, which was already hard again. "Look at you. Ready to go."

"Enhanced Stamina."

"Best Aspect addition ever." She stroked me slowly. "Now. How do you want me?"

"However you want to be."

She climbed on top of me again. This time facing me, straddling my hips. She lined me up and sank down slowly. We both groaned as I filled her completely.

"I want to ride you," she said, starting to move. "I want to feel every inch. I want to take what’s mine."

She set the pace. Fast and hard. Using me for her pleasure. Her tits bounced with every movement. Her head fell back. Her nails dug into my chest.

I grabbed her ass and helped, thrusting up to meet her. She cried out, her rhythm faltering for just a second.

"Yes," she gasped. "Like that. Harder."

I gave her harder. Drove into her from below while she rode me. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. Along with her moans and my harsh breathing.

"You’re going to make me come again," she said. "Already."

"Good."

"Cocky brat."

"You love it."

"I do." She leaned down and kissed me. "I really do."