Can't Fix Cupid

Warren shifts in his chair violently and another cough erupts from his mouth. “Mm-hmm. Sure. Mm-hmm. Oh, ah…yes...”

Almost there.

I use my other hand to grip the base of his cock, and then my hand and mouth work him in perfect synchronicity. Spit dribbles, precum beads, my own arousal scents the air, and I gag as I swallow him down as far as I can possibly go.

And Warren finally snaps.

“Mr. Abner? Something just came up that requires my full attention. I’ll have to call you back.”

The sound of the phone slamming down is the only warning I get.

Then his fingers are suddenly threading through my hair, and I’m forced to relax my jaw and hold my breath as he starts fucking my face with fast, deep thrusts.

“Fuck, you’re sucking my cock like such a good girl,” he grits above me.

I moan around him, and his hold tenses around my scalp.

Just as I’m sure he’s about to come in my mouth, Warren rolls back his chair, grasps my arms, and tugs me up to his lap.

Then he picks me up by my waist, positions me just right, and slams me down onto his cock in one, ferocious thrust.

“Fuck!” A lusty curse bursts out of me as I toss my head back from his sudden invasion. He’s so damn deep.

Warren’s hand shoots up and covers my mouth to smother my noises. His lips press to my ear. “Be quiet, darling, or the whole office will know I’m fucking you.”

His words only make me moan again, but the sound burrows into his palm.

I’m so wet that I can feel my juices lubing his cock, adding to the wetness from my mouth. He juts his hips up while lifting my body and up and down, fucking me so deeply that I can barely breathe. All I can do is feel.

And he makes me feel it all.

His stubble scrapes over my neck as his hot tongue teases over the sensitive skin. “I’ve been imagining you sucking me beneath my desk since I first shoved you on your knees,” he whispers into my ear. “And now look at you, naked and bouncing over my cock right here in my office where anyone can come in and see.”

I whimper, and he shoves a finger into my mouth. “Suck it. Suck it so you keep quiet. Suck it like you sucked my cock.”

Fiery heat shoots to that place inside of me from his dirty words. If he keeps talking like this, I’m going to lose my mind. I start sucking his finger like it’s the last damn popsicle in hell.

Just like he did to my mouth, Warren fucks my pussy in a relentless pace, owning me completely. I grind my hips into him as he continues to dominate me, my body shuddering over his thickness.

“Ride me hard, Trix,” he orders. “I want your pussy to clench my cock and make me come.”

I start bouncing on his dick as fast as I can, chasing my own orgasm. My eyes are locked on where our bodies are connected. Watching his dick disappear inside of me again and again is its own aphrodisiac.

“Fuck, yes. Just like that,” he praises. “Bounce those gorgeous tits in front of my face while your pussy creams all over my dick.”

I’m so, so close.

I bring my hand to my clit and start moving furiously, and Warren’s mouth comes down to suck my nipple into his mouth.

I come with a scream that’s smothered against his palm. My cries of pleasure beat against his hand as my entire body convulses with crashing waves of ecstasy.

Dropping his hand from my mouth, Warren thrusts up into me three more times before groaning against my neck and spilling himself deep inside of me.

I collapse, sweaty and breathless against his shoulder, utterly spent.

When I manage to lift my head again, we look at each other with lazy smiles and he plants a kiss on my lips. “Such a good naughty girl you are,” he tells me with that seductive huskiness in his voice.

“You’re a pretty good naughty guy yourself,” I tell him. “I’m a big fan of all the dirty talking.”