A Proper Worshipping

Despite her stubborn glares, Sinead took Marc’s challenge and applied herself fully.

She sucked and slurped. She used every part of her tongue. She gagged, drooled and slobbered. She kissed and nibbled. She even took his cock out of her mouth and stroked it quickly, playing with his foreskin and then slapping his cock on her cheeks.

It was all good, but the thing that elevated it were those eyes. Sinead’s eyes were much like Felicity’s in that Marc could fall into them and felt like he was reading her mind, and she was reading his.

Sinead and Marc didn’t trade any more words. They communicated in grunts, groans and moans. He ran his fingers through her hair. She massaged his balls lightly. She took him deeper, stretching her lips lower onto his cock and gagging as she reached her limit.

Finally, when his crotch and her face were a mess of her spittle and her face was flushed enough that her freckles almost disappeared, Marc groaned. “I’m getting close, Detective.”

Suddenly Sinead swapped from worshipping to being on the hunt. She could feel his cock swelling that little bit more as his orgasm approached. Could feel his big, full balls starting to tighten, getting ready to fire off their loads. She took him deep into her mouth again, loosing a loud slurping as she jerked the last couple of inches of his cock with her hand roughly.

“Fuuuck, Sinead,” Marc groaned, his fingers running through her hair and on the side of her head and softly holding on.

Dingalingalingalingaling.

The egg timer went off in the kitchen.

Marc could see Sinead hear it, process it, and ignore it. She rotated her head a little, jamming the head of his cock into the back corner of her cheek, and bobbed ferociously as she fucked her face on his cock. He groaned and released.

Sinead moaned deep in her chest as she started gulping down each rope of cum as he jetted it across her tongue. She slurped it down as fast as he could pump it out, and Marc threw his head back and groaned to the ceiling as he emptied his balls and felt that warm ache travel up from his legs to his chest.

As Sinead sucked the last strand out of him she popped off of his cock, panting hard. Marc, despite his body feeling emptied, slid down from his chair next to her. “Veux tu que je fasse jouir petite rebelle?”

Sinead look up at him in cloudy confusion.

“Do you want me to get you there?” He asked her again breathlessly.

She nodded, not able to form the words.

“Ready,” he ordered her. She adjusted her position, leaning forward and putting her hands on the floor between her knees, though she didn’t raise her face and stick out her tongue like she was supposed to. He would forgive that considering how hard she was panting.

Marc slid a hand down from her lower back to under her ass, finding her hot pussy blindly and immediately starting to rub his fingers over her lips firmly. She was wet and groaned when he started to work her hard and fast.

“Shhh, laisse-toi aller,” Marc hushed her as he diddled her, feeling her nub of a clit hood under the pads of his fingers and pushing a little harder on it.

She tensed, loosened, and fell towards him, leaning against his bare chest as she sucked in deep breaths.

“Go when you’re ready,” Marc told her, and she nodded.

She came without warning, her back arching as she pressed her cunt down and back towards his fingers and she groaned loudly through her gritted teeth.

“Good girl, Detective,” Marc grunted. “Good fucking girl.”

The orgasm was big but didn’t last long. Sinead collapsed a little more heavily onto him as her body let her go, and he pulled his fingers from her and rested his hand on her back as he softly rubbed her smooth, hot skin.

“Shhh,” he hushed her softly again, soothing her. “There we go. There we go, Sinead. Just breathe slowly.”

Sinead left Marc’s apartment with his thumb drive in her jacket pocket. He’d offered her use of his shower, but she’d just gone into his washroom and cleaned her face and tied back her hair into a messy ponytail. Looking at herself in the mirror she almost hadn’t recognized herself. She’d looked like a slut, her spit all over her cheeks and the taste of his cum in her mouth.

But it was the satisfaction in her face that had been the most disturbing.

She hadn’t had an orgasm like that in ages. And he’d done it to her with, what, a couple of minutes of playing with her pussy?

Leaving the bathroom had almost felt harder than getting undressed at the start of it. She’d nearly wrapped one of his towels around herself but managed to steel herself and walk out with what confidence she could muster. He’d put on his briefs, but nothing else.

Getting into her car, Sinead shook her head and felt in her pocket again to make sure the thumb drive was there.

It was a golden nugget. What Marc had given her would push the investigation forward and clear several hurdles. It could change the trajectory of her career. And it was thanks to him.

“God. Fuck,” Sinead groaned, leaning forward and resting her forehead on the steering wheel. She still felt hot all over. Her fingers were tingling.

At the door, she’d fought the desire to kiss him like it was the end of some date. She hated that she wanted to kiss that stupid fucking smile off of his lips. And she hated that her nipples tightened, and her pussy fluttered, when he’d said what he said.

“You were an excellent partner tonight, Sinead. I’m jealous of whomever you spend time with next. If you ever find yourself in need of some financial… advice, I look forward to some future adventure into the underworld with you.”

He was willing to do it again. To… trade. To adventure with her.

God, that fucking smile!

“Fuck,” Sinead groaned again, feeling herself getting just a little wet. She realized she’d left her panties somewhere in his apartment. “God- Fuck!”

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