“Oh, fuck…”
I push in deep and feel her tongue snake around my shaft. I pump myself inside her throat, running my fingers through her silky, curly hair.
She inhales through her nose and does it all over again, moving faster with each pump. More deliberate. Completely confident with herself.
She licks down to my balls and whispers, “But does she do this?”
My feet curl agains the leather couch as she sucks me. I groan with urgency.
She’s so fucking hot, so perfect for me. What am I going to do when this ends?
“No,” I grunt. “She’s got nothing on you.”
She strokes my cock, running her saliva across the smooth shaft. As she coils both hands, I lean forward and kiss her thick, red lips. She tastes sweet, like candy. When I breathe in, I do it like I need all the oxygen in the world.
Her scent is everything. She has a hold on me. Perhaps too much of one to be excited about. It’s turning into an addiction, impossible to give up.
I grab her body and set her on the coffee table, spreading those creamy legs apart.
“Do you go down on her during your lunch break?” she asks, biting the tip of her index finger. “Does she come like I do?”
I kiss her pussy. “No,” I mutter. “She’s a prude. She’s nothing like you.”
I keep the game going. I love playing out these scenarios with her. It feels so fucking wrong. It excites me to no end.
I slowly curl two fingers inside her warm pussy, lapping my tongue around her clit. She grabs the coffee table, trying to get a grip.
Finally, she settles her fingers on my hair. She’s already soaking wet, dripping down the side of her thighs.
I want to cover her in liquid, to watch as the shiny substance envelops her body and falls from her nipples. I want to do such awful things to her. I want to make her tremble for days.
After a few seconds, she’s riding my mouth. She holds my hair and drags her cunt forward. “Mmm,” she purrs.
In between breaths I say, “That’s right, baby. Make yourself come.”
She’s as fragile as she is confident. She’s teetering on the edge, grinding against my face. I suck on her like a ripe fruit, tasting her lips, her w
alls, every last inch of flesh.
I could do this forever.
She tries to get a grip, but starts to shake against me. I can feel her losing herself by the second. It’s not long before she’s forced to let go.
That’s my cue.
I grab ahold of her ass and bend her forward. Pussy trembling, her entire body erupts like a fucking volcano. She contracts against my fingers, screaming from the back of her throat.
“Coming!”
I eat. I feast. I swallow and devour until she speaks no more.
Finally, I release.
I beckon her forward. “You’re not done yet,” I mutter. “I need you to sit on this cock.”
“If I do, I’ll come again,” she protests. “I’m way too sensitive now.”
Her entire body is shaking. I grab her hands and pull her close to me, whispering against near ear. “You’ll do what I say, won’t you?”