JACK OF DIAMONDS, REDUX

chapter 5, the edited version

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CHAPTER 5

“Deal!” Artie said, pulling his erection out of his pants.

He leaned over to untie her hands as soon as he realized how far she was willing to go to prove her point. Never a man to let an opportunity pass, Artie wanted to feel her holding the full length of him, milking the thickness of his tadger with her hands. He was quick to undo his belt and let his pants fall to the floor. She made no objections when he pushed her dressing gown down, exposing her breasts. He groaned as he felt the warmth of her mouth engulfing him before finally spilling his seed into her mouth.

He looked at the fullness of her breasts in the soft moonlight as he stuffed himself back into his pants, her nipples teased erect by the night air coming through the open French doors. He watched her spit his spunk into a small lace hankie she pulled out of a pocket somewhere, looking up at him with a tight smile, her long, dark hair covering half of her face. She sat back up on her haunches, pulling her dressing gown up over her shoulders and raking her hair out of her face with her fingers before she spoke.

“I’ll have you know, there will be no copulating with you. However, judging by the size of your prick, I’m more than willing to fellate you. Also too,” she added, “I will not swallow your jizz until I feel there’s something worthwhile between us.”

“Worthwhile between us? What’s that supposed to mean?" he laughed, sitting on a small settee.

“What I did was to do with our new partnership. I hope you might think we’re off to a good start? It would better persuade me as to your sincerity if you were to take off that silly rag and let me see your face.”

“Why? I can assure you, madame, you do not know me.”

“Then what do you have to hide? You asked me to prove what I’d be willing to do to be your partner—and I did. The least you can do is reciprocate.”

He nodded, pulling the mask off.

She was pleasantly surprised to see how handsome he was. His eyes were blue, and seemed to dance in the soft light of the room. His hair was a tangle of curls, a little long for her liking, and dark, though she could see there were greys coming through. He was clean-shaven, and she told herself that he probably hadn’t shaved for two or three days.