Begging.
That’s where he wanted her.
When her legs trembled against the armrests and her breath deepened, he gave her the attention she sought. Selfish reasons drove him now. He basked in hearing her come, knowing he caused her to scream out, and he wanted to do it again.
Sliding his tongue upward, he used feathering touches against her silky skin. He sucked those swollen lips into his mouth and her increasing deep moans drove him to work harder.
At her clit, he blew against the heated flesh and she gasped as her gorgeous eyes snapped open. Locked in her gaze, he used the flat of his tongue, and in a soft swirl, he flicked at the little bud. Her mouth formed an O and her cheeks deepened in color.
He gave her one more lick, drew that sweet taste of hers into his mouth before moving his tongue away. “Release your tits.” He waited until she obliged him then added, “Hands back on the armrests.”
She didn’t pause this time and he grinned. She was so aroused, greedy in her need, that anything he asked of her, she’d comply. A woman desperate for release, brought to the very edge of her orgasm, and luckily for her, he’d send her flying.
He shifted up on his knees, giving his cock one more appreciative rub before his focus became all about that clit. Drawing in a deep breath, he settled his mouth over the bundle of nerves then unleashed the power of his tongue.
Flicking, swirling and sucking, he didn’t give her the option not to succumb to his demand. He didn’t give her the chance to catch her breath and he wanted her to scream up to the rafters. Heat swirled down into his stomach as her noises were different ones. Almost unbearable sounds that confirmed he’d tipped her further than she’d gone last time. And that satisfied him.
Placing the tip of his finger at her slit, he swirled it in her juices as he settled his mouth over her clit. He pulled the bud carefully between his teeth, positioning it, then in a move he suspected would shock her into orgasm, he pushed his finger into that tight pussy and sucked on her clit.
Her hands wrapped around his head and he’d not deny her the right, no matter that he’d told her not to move. Where he was sending her, her mind held no control any longer, which empowered him. Those long, cherry-red fingernails dug into his scalp, but it urged him to pump his finger harder.
This woman could take his rough advances and she arched up into each one, meeting him thrust for thrust. With his free hand, he pushed against her stomach to pin her to the chair and she writhed under his hold.
He massaged her clit with his tongue and pumped his fingers into that cunt he could hardly wait to slam into. Especially considering the treatment she presently gave to his finger. Her tight pussy clamped down then she became a crazed woman in the throes of the highest forms of
pleasure, not restrained by insecurities. This woman owned her sexuality and she unleashed it vocally.
The second she dropped from her climax, he yanked his finger out and slid his tongue over her sated flesh from top to bottom. She tasted even sweeter now; creamier, more aroused and incredibly perfect.
After a final lick to savor her, he leaned back on his legs, glanced up at her and chuckled at the boneless woman half falling out of the chair. “And that, Brooke, is pleasure.”
He stood, glancing down at her, and he wanted to beat his chest in pride. He’d rendered the corporate temptress, one with a mouth who could talk dirty like most men and who thought she had all the control when he first walked into the room, into a silent, compliant woman.
Long moments passed before she finally lowered her head and glanced back at him. Her gaze was glossy and the woman was a stunning creature with her rosy cheeks. She stood on shaky legs until she inhaled and stabilized herself.
He hadn’t had the time to appreciate the view, since her exposed pussy had demanded his attention. With the heels she had on, she came close to the same height as his. Her skin was creamy and flawless. The black silk lingerie made her the most fuckable thing he’d ever seen.
“I’m impressed, Evan,” she said softly.
He inclined his head, stern on the outside, grinning like a fool inside. “I take my work very seriously, Ms. Silverwood.”
She chuckled, took the step to close the distance between them then cupped the raging hard-on in his pants. Her expression became knowing. “Well now, we’re going to have to deal with this, aren’t we?” Lowering to her knees, she gazed up at him. “I want our night to last and you’ve neglected your needs, haven’t you?”
“How so?” he managed.
She unbuckled his belt, opened the fly of his Dockers then sent his pants and boxer-briefs to pool at his feet. He nearly moaned at how eagerly she looked at his dick, but refrained. That was, until she placed that feminine hand over his shaft and the sound he held back hummed from his throat. “You’re so hard.”
Fucking right I am.
“A man needs to have sex or how can he be productive?” Sliding her hand up to his cock head, she swirled her fingers around the tip, almost bringing him to his knees. “Have you not been having sex?”
He groaned as each turn of her hand sent scorching heat through his limbs. “It’s been a while.”
“A single, sexy man like yourself?” She continued to pump his cock and kept those stunning eyes on him. A small smile quirked up the side of those lips he wanted sucking him off…now. “How is that possible?”
He struggled to hold coherent thoughts. Stop talking. Mouth. Cock. Now. “You’re not the norm in women, and I came out of a long relationship four months ago.” He grunted as she continued to work him with pure skill. “I’m not looking for another one.”
“Such a pity more women aren’t open to having a little fun,” she murmured. “All this gorgeous man.” She slid her hand down to the base and gave his dick a shake. “Splendid, delicious cock being wasted.”