want to suck your dick,” she said. Opal pushed on his chest until he sat back in his chair. She’d never done anything so daring before. Slipping off the desk and onto her knees, she stared at his long, thick prick sticking up to attention.
His shaft fascinated her. She reached out her fingers to grasp him. He was smooth to the touch but hard at the same time. The difference in the strength and feel of him amazed her. She pulled back the foreskin and saw the tip of his cock, wet.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“My cum.”
“Like mine?”
He nodded his head. Smiling, she licked along the tip where the small slit was weeping. She moaned as his taste touched her tongue. He tasted salty. Nothing disgusting, but uniquely Tony.
“Fuck. That feels good.”
She bobbed her head on the shaft relishing the moans and curses coming out of him. His hands held onto the handles of his chair. Several times she noted he went to touch her head, then stopped.
“Touch me,” she said. “I won’t break. I want you to enjoy what I’m doing to you the way I enjoy what you do to me.”
His guttural moan delighted her. Tony grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to set a pace for her to suck him.
“Touch my balls.”
Opal let go of one of his legs to cup the tight sack under his cock. He jerked in her mouth. She played with them, cupping them in her hand, testing the weight. The pace picked up as Tony grew closer to the limit. Saliva coated his cock as he hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her mouth. Allowed him to have his way with her. His cock pulsed and thickened at the back of her throat.
“Fuck. Baby, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to swallow tap me to stop me.”
She’d never tasted all of his cum. When she found her release, he accepted her without complaint. She wanted to give him this.
He cried out as his seed hit the back of her throat. Opal didn’t have time to think about what to do. Her instincts took over. She swallowed down his spunk and moaned. He looked happy and relaxed. Inside she danced for joy. She’d given him something that no one could take away from her.
Once the pulses subsided, she lifted off his shaft, resting her head on his leg.
“Come on, Petal. Let’s go to bed.” Tony lifted her in his arms as he carried her to bed. He held her through the whole night. Opal enjoyed the feel of his arms around her. Nothing could change the way she felt about him. Nothing.
Chapter Fourteen
Tony couldn’t believe how happy he was. Life with Opal was amazing. He knew it wouldn’t be long until he told her he loved her. Smiling to himself he signed off on a few contracts. It never ceased to amaze him how his friends thought he was a happy-go-lucky kind of chap who did what he wanted, when in fact he was a businessman through and through.
“Sir, your father is here to see you,” his secretary said over the intercom. He paused in signing his name. His father very rarely came to see him.
“Send him in.” Whatever his old man had to say couldn’t be good. Tony wanted to throw the bastard out. Seeing him would only highlight how unsuitable he was for Opal. Opal, his sweet loving wife. She gave him the world, and she didn’t see it. She never saw how important she was to him.
Seconds later, his dad opened the door as he entered his office. Tony stayed seated. Greeting him would only make the bastard think he wanted him here.
The man in question looked like shit. The usually pristine Mr Hunt looked a mess. His suit was crinkled, and the hair which usually stayed a dark shade of brown was covered with greys.
“Hello, Son.”
Tony stared at the man he’d come to despise. Why hadn’t he gone to the police when he had the chance? For over eighteen years he had taken the beatings this man dished out. Why?
“What, no greeting for your old man?”
“You stopped being my old man a long time ago.”
Tony’s hands shook from the rage building inside him. The only thing
His shaft fascinated her. She reached out her fingers to grasp him. He was smooth to the touch but hard at the same time. The difference in the strength and feel of him amazed her. She pulled back the foreskin and saw the tip of his cock, wet.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“My cum.”
“Like mine?”
He nodded his head. Smiling, she licked along the tip where the small slit was weeping. She moaned as his taste touched her tongue. He tasted salty. Nothing disgusting, but uniquely Tony.
“Fuck. That feels good.”
She bobbed her head on the shaft relishing the moans and curses coming out of him. His hands held onto the handles of his chair. Several times she noted he went to touch her head, then stopped.
“Touch me,” she said. “I won’t break. I want you to enjoy what I’m doing to you the way I enjoy what you do to me.”
His guttural moan delighted her. Tony grabbed a fistful of her hair and began to set a pace for her to suck him.
“Touch my balls.”
Opal let go of one of his legs to cup the tight sack under his cock. He jerked in her mouth. She played with them, cupping them in her hand, testing the weight. The pace picked up as Tony grew closer to the limit. Saliva coated his cock as he hit the back of her throat. She relaxed her mouth. Allowed him to have his way with her. His cock pulsed and thickened at the back of her throat.
“Fuck. Baby, I’m going to come. If you don’t want to swallow tap me to stop me.”
She’d never tasted all of his cum. When she found her release, he accepted her without complaint. She wanted to give him this.
He cried out as his seed hit the back of her throat. Opal didn’t have time to think about what to do. Her instincts took over. She swallowed down his spunk and moaned. He looked happy and relaxed. Inside she danced for joy. She’d given him something that no one could take away from her.
Once the pulses subsided, she lifted off his shaft, resting her head on his leg.
“Come on, Petal. Let’s go to bed.” Tony lifted her in his arms as he carried her to bed. He held her through the whole night. Opal enjoyed the feel of his arms around her. Nothing could change the way she felt about him. Nothing.
Chapter Fourteen
Tony couldn’t believe how happy he was. Life with Opal was amazing. He knew it wouldn’t be long until he told her he loved her. Smiling to himself he signed off on a few contracts. It never ceased to amaze him how his friends thought he was a happy-go-lucky kind of chap who did what he wanted, when in fact he was a businessman through and through.
“Sir, your father is here to see you,” his secretary said over the intercom. He paused in signing his name. His father very rarely came to see him.
“Send him in.” Whatever his old man had to say couldn’t be good. Tony wanted to throw the bastard out. Seeing him would only highlight how unsuitable he was for Opal. Opal, his sweet loving wife. She gave him the world, and she didn’t see it. She never saw how important she was to him.
Seconds later, his dad opened the door as he entered his office. Tony stayed seated. Greeting him would only make the bastard think he wanted him here.
The man in question looked like shit. The usually pristine Mr Hunt looked a mess. His suit was crinkled, and the hair which usually stayed a dark shade of brown was covered with greys.
“Hello, Son.”
Tony stared at the man he’d come to despise. Why hadn’t he gone to the police when he had the chance? For over eighteen years he had taken the beatings this man dished out. Why?
“What, no greeting for your old man?”
“You stopped being my old man a long time ago.”
Tony’s hands shook from the rage building inside him. The only thing
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