Le Français Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Le Français Pt. 06

... the first time in weeks was one that Marc revelled in. She desired it. She wanted it. Yet she still fought that urge to submit.

Then, looking up into his eyes, she took him in her mouth. Maybe a little buzzed, but certainly not tipsy or drunk. Her mind was clear, her decisions firm. And, apparently, she still remembered that little barb of a comment he'd given her that first time because she didn't warm up into the blowjob. She went at him quickly, slurping and sucking, jamming his cock into her mouth.

It was fast. Faster than Marc even thought it would be. He'd been in this sort of situation before - it was a favourite little game between him and Felicity when they were at a function like this. Find a quiet place and have some fun, with none of the high society guests being the wiser. They'd come across some of those various guests in compromising positions themselves more than once.

Marc grunted, holding back his orgasm, and locked eyes with Sinead again. "I'm going to come,ma petite rebelle," he said quietly. "Swallow it. We don't want you looking a mess."

She just sucked him harder, her tongue lashing across the bottom of his cock, and he groaned before releasing into her mouth. Sinead took it all, swallowing as it entered her mouth, and when Marc was done she slid her lips off of his sensitive cock and smacked them lightly before licking the tip again.

"That it?" she asked cockily. Challenging him.

"Put it away," Marc said gruffly, using his Dom ...

... voice. She did, carefully zipping him back up before he offered her a hand up to stand. "Good girl," Marc said, keeping that tone of voice. "Now, let's find you something to wash down your meal, hmm?"

She let him take her hand, and he led her back the way they had come.

Marc had a lot to think about. That little challenge couldn't go unanswered. Chapter 39

Sinead wasn't sure why the hell she said it.

Everything had been moving so fast. The fundraiser dinner, the wealth and fancy clothes around her, feeling out of place but somehow being openly accepted even when Marc left her side to forge her own path. Then the walk through the museum, and the coat room, and his fucking smile as he explained their 'adventure' for the night.

Why did he keep calling it that? He was leveraging her for sex acts. It must have made him feel better or something. To be fair, itdid help - whenever she got a text from him that said 'our next adventure' instead of 'the next time I get you to compromise yourself sexually' it didn't make her cringe.

She'd blown him in the coat room, and Sinead hated the fact that she'd done it willingly. He'd barely needed to ask. She'd put up a token resistance at best and caved as soon as he assured her. Then his cock had been in her mouth, and she'd tasted him on her tongue again, and she'd gone at it with energy. His words, from that first time, had been taunting her in the back of her mind. There had been plenty of problems between her and her ex, the ...