Sinful Sunday #flashfiction week 31 prompt

He always starts off so gentle. He doesn’t want to hurt her.

“Jesus, yes.”

She’s so good. Too good. His hands tangle in her hair, coaxing her toward him, encouraging each soft, slow suck.

“Fuck, Sarah.”

She moans around his length. He fists his pants in his free hand.

He wants to be gentle. He can’t. Not when she gives him what he wants.

Irrumatio, she’d called it. It was right after they started this, after he’d almost apologized for being so rough. He loves her vocabulary almost as much her mouth.

His grip tightens. He can’t stop.

Her eyes fall shut. She knows.

With shameless thrusts, he uses her. He doesn’t feel guilty anymore. Not about this.

He comes with a curse, still shaking long after she tucks him back into his pants. It’s always like that with her. Every fucking time.

“Anything else, Sir?”

“Nothing else, for now.”

She’s smiling as she walks out the door.

He zippers his pants. His wedding ring catches the light, mocking him. Head from his secretary on his lunch. God, he’s so fucking cliché.

He doesn’t want to hurt her.

It would be so much easier if she weren’t always so damn willing.

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