The Scent and The Siren ✔️

// 4

"Holy shit! Yes, baby, just like that!"

I grab a bunch of the blonde's hair and help her move faster as I feel myself building. Her breathing grows labored, her sensual moans more fronting while she speeds up the movement of her mouth over my proud dick. She reels with excitement as I thrust myself deeper into her mouth.

Few more rock hard thrusts and my fingers tighten in a strong knot in her hair and I curse loudly, shooting my entire load inside her pretty fucking mouth, panting hard. I sneer, at the view of this woman wiping my dick clean with her tongue. Her red shiny gloss is smeared at the root of my length, which is a sight to delight.

"You taste so delicious, sir." She moans, flicking her tongue slowly over my balls, cupping it. I'm still staggered from the pleasurable ride she has offered my cock, nearly killing me of sheer pleasure. It's all perfect. In the back of my mind, I can still hear her ecstatic moans vibrating against my dick.

"Do you enjoy it?" She purrs as if she has just finished licking her favorite candy in the world. Her dark eyelashes meet mine, offering a seductive look, thinking I'll lose my mind pleased with the job she was doing and invite her home.

I smirk and lay in silence for some time. Her face is nestled against my dick as I'm stretched back in my seat with my head resting against the leather seat until my phone decides to vibrate. What a time! I drag my phone from the pocket and pick it up without noticing the caller's name.

"Your shaky breath tells me you're fucking some hot whore in the rear seat of your car, Ric."

"Do you expect me to humor you?" I grin at the amused voice of my estranged wife Janine. We have been officially separated for the past six months and both of us are living separate lives since she filed for separation and kept the matter protected from hungry media eyes until the divorce proceedings commence for privacy reasons. I shift in my seat and the blonde moves her head away. I reach for my pants to pull the zip up and fasten my belt. "What's up?"

"I'm calling to apologize. Because of me, you had to come all the way to Sag Harbor and miss your morning meetings." She speaks with her voice low and guilty. "I really couldn't hold myself after the fight I had with Savannah because of my mother... I knew you were the only one who could've helped me calm down so I called you."

My eyes drift to the blonde beside me who is looking in her compact's mirror applying a fresh shade of harlot red on her lips. "Jane, hold on." I turn to this hot woman beside me, "Thanks for the service, Ms. Stanford. You can leave now. You'll be dropped wherever you want to by one of my men."

A trace of annoyance appears on her face, but she carefully masks it. "I waited outside the club as per the instructions, sir, but I assure you I'm no hooker. Just a member of the same private club. Can we... one more time?" She uses her long red nailed finger to graze the area on the skin of my neck, in slow delicious trails. "It'll be more fun the second time. Don't you think?" Her voice is desperation laced in a note of sensuality. She purrs, batting her eyelashes in a seductive way.