Chapter 192 The Sales Consultant Wants A Taste Of Taste {3}

Chapter 192 The Sales Consultant Wants A Taste Of Taste {3}
Patrick's mouth was quite warm, the insistence in his tongue had that sweet aching sensation burning between my legs.

"Now, what was that?" Patrick Sullivan broke away from the kiss as he fastened his eyes on my face.

"I want you," my cheeks turned red yet I held unto him.

"Do you think I'm taking advantage of you?" He tutted, swirling a strand of my dark hair around his finger.

"No," my lips sought his, and he snapped his head away. And he silently cussed when he looked back into my eyes.

"If I do this, Sally, I don't fucking care if we're in your best friend's room, I'll want you naked beneath me." His thumb brushed against my lower lip.

My chest rose and fell and I tried to wet my lips. Perhaps I was drunk with the mere thought of having him fuck me so hard in Mia's room. But I didn't care.

It had been so long.
Three unbearable long months.
After that very day in his office, my hands couldn't be able to do the deed of his mouth, hands and proud dick. I wanted him, and I wanted his fucking cock. Seeing him with Quinn must had spiked that thirst of him so hard that I thought I would go nuts.

"Kiss me like you want me," I said pulling him close.

He hissed, "with pleasure", then he grabbed me, cupping my buttocks beneath my gown.

I think I heard footsteps at the back of my head, but we didn't care as we both swapped saliva. Someone yanked at the door and I pulled free from Patrick's mouth to peer at the door.

Mia was standing there with Zoe. They stood transfixed, throwing quick glances between Patrick and I. My stomach churned as my twin and friend's gaze stung me.

"Now, if you will excuse us, ladies. We have some business to attend to," Patrick pulled me back into his arms and my hand slammed the door into their faces.

"What the hell was that? Did she tell you she had a thing for Patrick?" It was from Zoe.

"Let's leave. When she's well satisfied, she has some explaining to do." Mia put in and their footsteps started to recede.

Patrick pulled off the gown over my head. "Are you sure I shouldn't be worried, because that sounds like a 'we' problem?" He nibbled on my lip.

Did he just say 'we problem'? Maybe I heard wrong. I peeled off my lace panties and watched him as he stripped bare.

His almost forgotten but familiar cock sprung out when he was clad to the skin. I struggled to look past his cock, and only moved to the bed to lay myself there.

"Do you want me or just my cock?" He teased as he watched me.

"I want all of you." I bit my lip.

"You turn me so fucking hard, Sally. You don't know how much I wished for this," he moved close, planting kisses on my face before kneeling before my pussy.

"What are you doing?" I wrinkled my brows.

"I want to taste you. I didn't get a chance last time." He smiled, spreading my legs as he sniffed my scent and sucked his lower lip.

"Patrick, I don't think I can hold on much longer_"

"Woah, someone is almost thrown off the cliff," he laughed.

I swatted his arm. "Stop teasing me, will you? I just need you to bury your cock inside of me." I pleaded.

He didn't move. He just did the brow thing, watching me intently. "You see, Sally, one thing you need to learn is allow the flow to go at its peak. Let me taste you, that way we can triple the orgasm."

We? He was repeating that again. But it stirred something within me. His tongue stung out, stroking the cleft as his fingers delicately parted my labia.

My eyes rolled back. I was damn close. "Sally, you taste so sweet," his lips nibbled swiftly, sucking my clitoris while completely taking me unawares.

"Fuck, Patrick," I moaned loudly, shoving a handful of his hair into my hands. And I could almost swear that the walls must had heard me moan.

And that was when I came, my legs shook around his neck while he sucked boldly like his life depended on it.

"Oh, God, oh, God," tears of delight almost blurred my eyes.

"We're not done, baby. Watch my fucking entrance." Patrick pulled up, grabbed my legs towards him and shoved his thick cock inside me.

Patrick groaned into my ear as he wrapped his hands around me. Then he started to thrust, each drive harder than the former.

Each time our eyes met, he would lean in and kiss me hungrily. "Do you want me to go hard?" He enquired.

"Please," I begged.

"Please what?" His voice was raw with desire.

"Please fuck me like your woman." I said as I wrapped my legs around him.

"My woman may like it rough or hard_ ahhh."

"Right there," we moaned at the same time.

He drove into me at a fast yet steady pace, his hand encircled around my neck. "I want to taste you again, Sally. I want you to be my woman."

Did he really mean that? Or it was the euphoria of the moment that stung him?

In response I kissed him, not willing to question what he meant by that. He kissed me back as he continued to pound me. In seconds, another orgasm rocked my body and my pussy tightened around his cock.

"Sally, oh, sweet Sally," he kissed me as he came. As he slowed, he fell beside me pulling me to lie on his chest.

"We are in Mia's room." I reminded him.

"I will wash up her sheets, don't worry." He chuckled.

It felt different hearing him talk after the heat of our love making. Which brought back the question: "did you know I was your stepbrother's ex girlfriend?" I asked him, peering at his face.

"Yes," he responded.

I started to pull away but he held me still. "That means our first make out had been a ploy to taste me?" I asked.

He shook his head, thrown off by my question. "I fucking didn't know how to approach you. So," Patrick paused.

"So I was right all along. You took advantage of me because I stole from Manny's." I started to wear my clothes.

"Hell, Sally. Why do you keep being stubborn? Fuck, why do you keep doing this?" He came after me.

"Doing what? You just admitted to doing something wrong when you had made me foolish back then." I retorted.

"But you wanted me back then," he protested as he started wearing his clothes when he noticed that I was walking out the door.

"Yes I did." I faced him.

"Then why are we arguing?" He was puzzled.

"That was never the way to get into my pants." I told him.

He sighed heavily as he backed me into a corner when we almost reached the foot of the stairs. "When I asked you to be my woman, I meant it. I'm sorry if my approach to have a taste of you didn't suit well with you but you wouldn't be fucking me again if it weren't for that."

He was right. Why was I getting paranoid for that?

Eyes were staring at us as he lowered his lips to kiss me. Katherina, Zoe, Mia, Dave, including Quinn and some guy who was fondling with her breasts, they were all staring at us. But I didn't care, I wrapped my hands around Patrick as the kiss deepened.

"We can go right back for round two. Then we tell your best friend and your sister about our status when we are done. What do you think?" He pressed my hand to his bulge as he kissed me.

I giggled, nodding. One glance at Mia and Zoe, I was feeling like a queen sitting on top of the world.

"That's my girl," Patrick swooped me back into his arms as we started climbing up the stairs.