Bewitching the Boss

My God. Is this perfect girl really going to suck on it?

Yes.

Her hands lift and flatten on my thighs, rubbing up and down, her bent legs shifting eagerly on the floor. “I’ll m-make it so good.” She tugs down the waistband of my briefs, pressing her open mouth to my length as soon as it’s free, breathing against it, kissing it. “Make me take it deep. Make me.”

With a hoarse sound, I pry open her jaw and cram my dick into her mouth.

“Oh Jesus,” I grit out when I encounter the wet, suckling heat for the first time.

It’s better than I ever could have imagined, the friction of her tongue on those sensitive ridges, the way her saliva makes it easier to stroke me. And Jane looks up at me in this way—dutiful, grateful—and it’s almost too much to handle without coming. But I bear down on my lowest abdomen muscles and hold back, thrusting toward her throat, holding her head steady for it. I bite my lip and fuck her mouth roughly.

“Were you sitting out there in the dark, hoping I’d bring your horny ass inside and put you on your knees? Did your little clit throb thinking about how wide I can stretch these lips?” I have to close my eyes momentarily, the sight of my thickness disappearing into her mouth, inch by inch, is so overwhelming. So hot. Christ, the wet stroking sounds of her hands are nearly enough to end this, send my seed down her constricting throat. “Suck my balls,” I growl, something dark inside of me taking over. Something dominant. I reach down and fist my shaft, holding it up against my stomach while she licks my testicles greedily from below, sucking as much of them between her lips, one by one, leaving them glistening. Hard as diamonds. “That’s the kind of thing a man can only ask a slut to do, isn’t it?”

She breaks away from me with a choked moan, falling back on her ankles looking dazed, overcome, thankful. She palms her pretty tits, teasing the nipples and squeezing. “Yes,” she whimpers, scooting closer, closer on her knees, delivering long, desperate licks to my cock. “Yes. That’s what I am. Use me.”

Oh my God. Oh my God. Any more of this—her tongue, her breathy voice—I’m going to spend all over her face. I can’t even believe this is happening right now. This gorgeous naked woman is kneeling in front of me, looking at my dick like it’s made of pure gold. I don’t understand how I was given this gift, but I’m not squandering it. Not giving up this chance to be everything she needs. Everything her body is craving.

“Oh, don’t worry, you’re going to get used.” I kneel down, whirling Jane around, her knees squeaking on the marble floor. She bends forward, tilting her hips and opening her thighs, letting me see the hidden paradise between her ass cheeks. Lower to where her thong separates the lips of her tight cunt. More than life itself, I want to fall forward and run my tongue all over her. Around the pucker of that back entrance. Down to the source of her wetness. Want to lap at it and gorge myself on her, but my intuition tells me no. Not this time. Reverence is not what she’s hoping for.

She wants to be my means of getting off, nothing more, nothing less.

“Time to get what you came for, you hot, little tramp.” I peel the wet thong down her thighs, grip her hips roughly and yank her backwards toward me, her knees squealing on the marble floor. Her face is reflected back to me in a window across the room, her expression rapturous, and it keeps me going, builds my aggression to a fever pitch.

Jesus, she really does love this. In turn, so do I. I’m not just playing a role now for her sake, I’m inhaling every second. Memorizing every jump of her muscles, every curl of her fingers on the marble.

I take my cock in hand and rub it between her thighs, back and forth over her eager hole, then I ram it deep. So roughly that she screams, her knees leave the floor, before thudding back down. I grip her shoulder in one hand, fist her hair with the other, and I ride her like she’s nothing but willing pussy. And she groans, loving it, those knees sliding ever wider, allowing every inch of me to abuse her, tempting me to go harder. Harder.

“Yeah, you’re a little homewrecker, aren’t you?” My hand on her shoulder slides up to her throat, clutching it, feeling her breaths, her swallows. Her life. “No choice with a body like this. A hole so fucking tight. It’s built to break vows. Turn men into sweaty pigs, don’t you?”