Submission is Not My Style novel Chapter 62

He doesn’t say a word just stares, eyes locked on mine, his chest rising a little quicker with each breath. 

“Kali… what are you-” 

I don’t let him finish. 

My hand moves swiftly, reaching for his crotch before he can react. His breath catches as I tug down the zipper, a seductive grin tugging at the corner of my lips, watching his eyes widen in stunned disbelief. The air around us crackles with anticipation as I run my splayed fingers down his growing erection. 

His nostrils flare as he watches me, but he makes no move to stop me or even recoil; that alone gives me so much power. 

Without breaking our eye contact, my hand slips into his pants, taking hold of him. He inhales sharply, his steely gaze darkening into pools of obsidian. 

My hand seems feeble in comparison to the veiny monster that is staring back angrily at me. I should be afraid, but instead I feel heat pulling at my core, soaking my panties. 

“Kali…” he growls in warning, his chest rumbling as he grips the armrest of his chair so tight it might splinter beneath his hold, but I’m not one to back down from a challenge, especially when it is him in question. 

“Yes…Alpha,” I drawl, my voice low and seductive, almost feathery, like a stark contrast to when I’d mock his title, his authority, as I slowly go down on my knees in front of him, his large mahogany desk behind me shrouding my frame. 

His eyes follow my movement almost instinctively, his jaw tight from how hard he was clenching it. 

Slowly, without breaking eye contact, I begin to massage his cock, his breath hitching with every movement. 

Ilean In, pressing a slow open–mouthed kiss to the bulbous tip, looking up at him from underneath my lashes as I seal my lips around his tip, sucking softly. 

“Fuck,” he growls, his hand finding its way to my hair almost instantly and gripping at the roots firmly but not enough to hurt me. 

I begin to bob my head up and down his shaft slowly, and he loses his cool as he hisses, throwing his head and hand against the headrest. 

I don’t slow down; instead, I pick up the pace, his veiny shaft sliding down the length of my mouth as my hands are wrapped around the base and hitting the back of my throat with every bob as he throbs beneath me, bouncing on my face. 

Jack growls endlessly as I alternate between sucking and licking the parts of him that I can’t fit in my mouth, my sex clenching with need. 

Saliva drips down the base of his cock as I get more daring and swallow him deeper and deeper. His grip on my hair stills as he rams into the back of my throat with a jerk, my eyes watering immediately from the intensity of his thrust, but I’m greedy for his cock; I want more even as I choke and gag on the veiny appendage. 

The feeling of my gagging on his cock makes him even harder, and he guides my head as I suck him faster, the lewd sound of saliva on skin squelching so loudly the guards in front would have heard if they listened closely. 

My eyes flutter shut on reflex as I pick up my pace, the intensity of it has him shaking, his free hand gripping the armrest, the wood splintering under his nails as he tries to hold back something deep within him that is clawing to burst through him. 

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