“Take me out.”
Her hands trembled, but it wasn’t with nerves. She was excited, shivering with it as she fumbled with my belt, each tooth of the zipper a slow unhooking that made me grind my teeth impatiently. A small smile pressed between her lips, a secret, feminine satisfaction because she knew that she might have been caged, about to suck my cock like a good little thing, but that she was the one in control. My most valuable appendage slapped against my stomach, spraying precum on my shirt as she brought it into the open.
A soft, nearly indecipherable hum of approval, of hunger, before she wrapped her small hand, finger by finger, around the root of my thick cock.
Without direction, she dipped forward to lap at the wet on the red tip. Her hum, that time, was louder.
My knees fucking shook. I tightened my grip on the desk and braced my feet wider apart, head tipped down to watch that blonde head as she slowly licked me over, a kitten lapping cream.
It was too much and not enough.
I wanted to fuck her face, dip in and out of her throat, use her until her voice was wrecked and ruined for days.
But I didn’t.
For some inexplicable reason my fevered brain refused to dive into, I let her explore with her soft fingers and tongue until I was a sweating, raving beast caged in by my own control.
After a few long minutes, Bianca tipped her gaze up to me and the sight almost unmanned me. An angel on her knees for a monster, holding my dick like it was holy, like she had been made and born to worship it always.
“Make me,” she whispered so quietly, I wouldn’t have heard her if the room wasn’t as quiet as an altar. “I want—will you make me?”
A groan tore up the passage of my throat. I was moving before I could consciously respond, my hands gliding into that silken hair to fist tightly, my hips already canting forward. I delved too deeply into that hot cavern of her mouth, sliding over her tongue until I was wedged at the back of her throat. She gagged around me, tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, but when I went to pull out, she clutched her hands around my thighs and bit into my flesh with her nails.
More.
She wanted more.
Fuck me, she wanted to be used like the little thing she was.
And who was I to disobey that call?
I was as far from a saint as one could get. I was a sinner, marked and bound for hell.
And in that moment, I determined to fucking deserve it.
My cock sawed in and out, long-dicking her face, her throat. I used her until spit was leaking from the edges of her stuffed pink mouth, dribbling down her chin. Until tears fell unhindered from her closed eyes, her lashes wet spikes against flushed cheeks.
She let me use her and she fucking loved it.
Unconscious of her own responses, she moaned around me almost constantly, clutching at me every time I pulled out over her tongue as if she couldn’t stand to be void of my cock.
“Yes, such a good little thing,” I hissed at her as I clutched her tighter, fucked her harder just to hear her gag and moan. “Take all of my cock in that tight throat.”
She shifted then and I realized her hips were rocking slightly, seeking friction she couldn’t find.
“If I touched your cunt, you’d drench my fingers, wouldn’t you?” I demanded harshly, imagining the silken slide of her folds around my fingers. “You’re aching to be filled there, too.”
She groaned around me, lashing her tongue beneath the sensitive rim of my crown.
Before I could think about it, I adjusted my stance, pressing my right shin tight to the apex of her thighs. I could feel the heat through my pants, through the placket of her underwear. In seconds, her wetness seeped through the fabric and ran sticky down my leg.
“If you want to get off, do it soon,” I told her, my balls drawn up, my lower spine tight as a coiled spring ready to pop. “Do it while I come down your throat.”
She didn’t hesitate.
Not for a second.
She squeezed her eyes shut so tight, tears burst forth and streamed down her cheeks as she started a hard, fierce rocking against my leg.
I watched her hump me, desperate and unashamed, and felt the hardest orgasm of my life looming over me, a tsunami wave about to crash and drown me.
She was the sexiest thing I’d ever fucking seen.
And then, as if devastating me wasn’t enough, she opened her blown black eyes and pinned them on me with my cock grossly distorting her pretty mouth, wedged at the entrance of her convulsing throat.
I lost it.
My control.