Can't Fix Cupid

I bite my bottom lip as I pad my way over, feeling his eyes on my ass as I go. As soon as I round the desk, I drop to my knees and position myself beneath it.

I chew my lip, my chest rising and falling faster and faster with every second that he makes me wait.

Finally, I hear his expensive shoes tap across the tile as he rounds the desk and then takes a seat in his chair in front of me.

“Now I’m going to make a call,” he says, his voice reverberating through me in the enclosed space. “And you’re going to unzip my pants, pull out my cock, and then suck me like a good girl.”

My eyes widen. Holy shit.

An honest-to-gods whimper comes out of my mouth. I get a little dizzy just from his filthy words and the epically possessive and controlled way he speaks them.

I swallow hard as I hear him pick up his phone, his fingers pressing over the buttons with soft clicks.

A pause. Then, “I’m just returning your phone call, Mr. Abner...Yes, of course. What did you have in mind?”

My eyes widen in shock at the fact that not only is he actually talking to someone on the phone, but he’s also talking to very same Mr. Abner who was in the room with us last time.

Kinky motherfucker.

I like it.

When he continues talking, and I still haven’t begun, Warren nudges me with his knee in a gentle reprimand.

I quickly reach forward and start running my hands up his legs just like I did before. Only this time, instead of avoiding his cock, my hands go right for it.

I cup him, and he tenses beneath me, but his voice carries on steadily. “As you can see from the numbers, those projections aren’t as high as you believed with your initial assessment…”

A new sort of thrill enters my body. He thinks he can just sit there and not sound affected? We’ll see.

Spirited into action, I grab his belt and unbuckle it, sliding the leather strap out of my way. Then I unclasp his pants and pull down the zipper like a pro.

I dig my hands beneath the fabric of his pants and find his dick hard and hot and ready.

I fist him in my hand, letting my palm rub it up and down in that tantalizingly slow way that I know he likes. I hear him suck in a breath, but aside from that, he doesn’t react at all or miss a beat as he continues to talk.

Now I’m determined to make him mess up. I want him to lose control again. I want Mr. Abner to hear.

I’m so excited that when I let out a quick breath, I accidentally put some Lust into it. I freeze, waiting for the putrid smell, but to my surprise, a perfect stream of pink mist comes out and wraps around Warren’s dick.

Huh. I’m gonna have to circle back to that.

I see it the moment that my power hits him, because he stiffens. His whole body tenses up, and somehow, his big cock seems to grow even bigger. Impossibly large, pulsing slightly, precum leaking from the tip—it’s a sexy dick, and it’s even sexier because I made it this hard.

I smile right before I slip my mouth over him, hollow my cheeks, and then I suck.

He jolts in his chair.

“Uh… That’s… That’s right.” Warren coughs to cover up his groan as I swallow him down, letting his cock hit the back of my throat.

“Yes, we’ll have to ahh… Yes, we’ll have to compromise on…What’s that?”

Satisfaction spurs me on. He’s getting sloppier now. So I reward him by getting sloppy myself.

I let saliva dribble out of my mouth and onto his dick, lathering him up as I start bobbing up and down faster and faster. Lewd noises muffled under his desk surround my ears, which only heightens how naughty this whole thing is.

I’m naked. Between his legs. Working his cock while he works on the phone. The whole thing sets my blood on fire. I can’t help but moan around him from how turned on this whole scenario is making me.

I continue to suck and lick and move, and then I reach forward and cup his balls in my hand, rolling them between my fingers.