Mr. President

“Is that why you’re on my floor…? Or do you just prefer the coffee up here?” I ask him, anticipation boiling under my skin.

“What do you think…?” he says, and anticipation turns into desire inside my mind. Suddenly realizing that I need it to happen, and that I need it now, I grab his wrist and make him take his hand out from between my thighs. With a lewd expression on my face, I grab him by the hand and start walking down the corridor and toward my office, leading him.

He comes after me without saying a single word and, when we finally step inside the office, he shuts the door with his foot and then turns toward it, reaching for the key. As I hear the key turning on its lock, my insides clench and I feel my nipples hardening and straining against the cups of my bra. Here we go.

With that devilish grin on his face, Mason places his hands on my waist and pushes me back until my ass cheeks are pressed against the edge of my desk. He forces me to sit up on it and, taking his hands to my knees, he forces me to spread my legs. His fingers run from my knees to my inner thighs, and I tremble as I feel his fingertips brushing against my groin. Then he flattens the palm of his hand against my drenched thong. One tenuous moan leaves my lips and, with his free hand, he grabs at my hair and yanks on it.

“What are you going to do to me?” I ask him, locking my eyes on his as I feel myself growing even wetter.

“I’m going to devour you, baby girl” he responds without a moment’s hesitation. “I’m going to kneel and, using only my mouth, I’m going to make you moan and scream. I’ll make you come with my tongue, and I’ll leave you burning for more.” As he speaks, he takes his hand off of my pussy and, grabbing at my blouse, starts to unbutton it with clockwork precision. I almost forget to breathe as he pulls the blouse down my arms, letting it fall to the floor.

Pressing his body against mine, he stands up between my parted legs. His hands are on my waist, and he starts to slide his right one over my stomach and toward my breasts. Once there, he runs one finger between my tits and, hooking it on the right cup of my bra, he pulls it down and bares my hard nipple. He’s moving slowly, and I realize that he’s doing exactly what I did to him; he’s teasing and torturing me. And I’m okay with it, oh, I really, really am.

Circling my rosy tip with his index finger, he never actually touches it; his finger just goes around it, drawing close but never going for it. When he finally touches my nipple, he pinches it between his thumb and index finger, squeezing it gently but then building up the pressure. I sigh loudly, and then I moan as the pressure grows harder, electric pleasure spreading from my breasts and crawling under my skin.

Allowing desire to take the steering wall, I place my hand on top of his and force him to flatten the palm of his hand against my breast. He does it and

squeezes gently, my flesh molding to his fingers.

Letting go, I place both of my hands on his face and pull him into me. He comes willingly and, parting his lips, presses them against mine. As we kiss, my eyelids droop and leave the real world outside. He parts my lips with his tongue, sliding it inside of my mouth, and I lose myself in a wild kiss, running my fingers through his hair.

As we kiss, he takes his hands to my back and, with a simple flick of his fingers, he unhooks my bra. Still moving slowly, he hooks one finger on my cleavage, right where the two cups meet, and then pulls on the bra. I shiver as I feel the straps caressing my arms on the way down, and then he throws it on top of my blouse on the floor.

Pulling back from our kiss, he grabs both my tits at the same time and dives into me. With his lips slightly parted, he reaches for my right nipple; before touching it, his tongue darts out and he starts to run it around my rosy tip in fast maddening circles. I throw my head back and let out a loud moan, and that’s exactly when he moves for the kill: wrapping his lips tightly around my nipple, he starts sucking it into his mouth as he laps at it with his tongue. High voltage runs through my muscles, making them tense up, and I can’t even start to imagine how I will feel once he takes these delicious lips of his and places them on my drenched folds. God, just thinking of that is enough to make me almost desperate to be eaten out by him.

Done with my right nipple, he slides his tongue down the curve of my right breast and traces a straight line toward my left nipple. Once there, he attacks me viciously, sucking and licking as if he’s a man possessed. I tangle my fingers in his hair and, allowing instinct to dictate my movements, I start to push his head down. He doesn’t fight back, and his lips brush down my stomach and over my navel, only stopping when they find the place where the fabric of my skirt and my skin meet.

He starts by laying gentle kisses around it and, at the same time, takes his hands to my thighs and hooks his fingers on my skirt. He pushes the fabric down, and I lift my ass up from the desk as it slides down my ass. I bite my bottom lip again as I feel the skirt kissing its way down my legs and, when he finally throws it on top of my discarded clothes, I finally sit back down on the desk.

Looking me in the eyes, he goes down to his knees as a wicked smile shines on his face. I let go of his hair and lean back, placing my elbows on the desk’s flat surface and surrendering to whatever it is that Mason wants to do to me.

Instead of grabbing my thong and pulling it down my legs, he simply rests his hands on my knees and starts to kiss his way toward my inner thighs. My skin prickles as his lips come closer to my pussy, and I throw my head back, letting out an anxious moan of anticipation. Kissing my groin softly, he finally places his lips over my drenched thong and I feel a thunderstorm building up inside of me. I moan louder as he starts to suck, my fluids going into his mouth through the fabric of my thong.

Placing both his hands on my lower back, he pulls me into him and presses his mouth against my pussy as hard as he can, sucking in such a way that I can’t stop myself from moaning. All his gentleness and teasing movements have been thrown to the curb, and he’s relying solely on his primal urges, which is exactly how I like it. His fingers slide around my waist and he hooks them on my thong; tugging viciously, he makes me lift my ass up from the desk. The moment I do it, he pulls my thong out and throws it away. His eyes go straight to my pussy, and I can see the hunger flashing there, wild and unstoppable. He’s right about what he just said: he’s going to devour me, and he won’t stop until I’ve moaned and screamed my lungs out. Thank God the whole floor is as deserted as the Sahara right now.

“Do it, I want your mouth,” I find myself saying, pulling on his hair and reeling him in. He lunges at me fiercely, opening his mouth wide and pressing it against my drenched pussy lips. The moment I feel his touch, one loud moan claws it way up my throat and explodes into the air. “Oh, God,” I moan, sparks of pleasure rushing through my muscles.

He sucks on my folds in the most maddening possible way, tasting me and devouring me with the viciousness of a man unable to control himself. Which suits me just fine, since I don’t even know what self-control means; grabbing his hair, I keep his mouth pressed against me and start to sway my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face. He retaliates by jabbing with his tongue, pushing it past my pussy lips and then inside of me. My insides clench as he kisses my pussy more fiercely with each passing second and, as the fires of pleasure rage wildly inside of me, I finally let go of his hair and fall back on top of the desk.

As I lay down, I send a stack of papers and a keyboard tumbling onto the floor, but the sound of it barely registers in my mind; I’m in a world of my own right now. I think that even if my mother strolled inside the room, just like she did while I was hiding under Mason’s desk, I wouldn’t look up at her and acknowledge her presence. Yes, that’s right, Mason really knows what he’s doing with his mouth, so much that reality doesn’t even seem to matter anymore.

“It feels… so good…” I pant as he pulls slightly back, flicking his tongue at me and then running it up and down the length of my pussy. When he finally touches my clit with it, I have to fight against the urge to press my legs together, and so I bite my lower lip as my rational mind slowly drowns in a sea of pleasure. This feels too good to be true, and yet it’s really happening. Why did I only find a man like Mason just to have him marry my mother? The world couldn’t be any crueler. “Don’t stop, Mason,” I beg him as he circles my clit with his tongue, and that’s exactly what he does, redoubling his efforts and making my whole body buzz with electricity.

My muscles tense up and, a heartbeat after that, I simply come undone. Ecstasy travels from my clit all the way to my brain and, there, it slaps him around and leaves it for dead. I didn’t think that it was possible to feel this much pleasure from having a man go down on you. Of course, it really shouldn’t be a surprise to me, this is Mason we’re talking about, after all.

“More… I want more…” That’s the only thing I’m capable of saying, the muscles in my throat still filled with electric pleasure.

“No,” he says curtly, pulling back from my pussy and looking up at me. I raise my head and lock eyes with him, my heart skipping a beat as I see my fluids dripping down his chin, his wet lips glistening. “I want more,” he corrects me, and dives into me again, this time replacing his tongue with his lips, and wrapping them around my clit. The moment he touches it, he starts to suck furiously, and I start to move my hips, unable to remain in place as pleasure whips at my mind. He acts fast, placing his forearm across my stomach and pinning me against the desk, holding me still.

Unable to move, I just lay here and succumb to the lashing he hands out with his tongue. With his lips still firmly around my clit, he presses on it with his tongue, and that sweet tension starts to build up once again. I feel that lustful energy pooling on my muscles, eager to be set free and unleash ecstasy all over me, and I can’t wait for it.

Upping the ante, he starts to brush the tip of his index finger against my pussy lips, moving it up and down as he keeps on sucking my clit. Inch by slow inch, he starts to feed it into my pussy, curling it upward in a hook motion. He slides it all the way in, only stopping when his fingertip is tightly pressed against my G-spot. Holding his finger there, he starts to press hard, rubbing me and driving me completely insane.

“Fuck… This is too much…” I moan again, my words sounding foreign to my own ears. I don’t even know where I am anymore, and I couldn’t care less about it. When he slides one more finger inside of me and presses it against that sweet spot, I explode once more, bright fireworks going off behind my shuts eyelids. “Fuck…!” I hiss through my gritted teeth, arching my back as a raging river of pleasure makes its way toward my brain and inundates it.

I start to convulse as if I’m having a seizure and, if it weren’t for the fact that he’s holding me down with his forearm, I would send everything on top of the table straight to the floor. I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t even know what to say or how to say it, the English language seems like something unintelligible right now.

“Tired already?” he asks me, pulling back from my pussy. I look at him, breathing as hard as humanly possible, and I see sparks of mischievousness flickering in his smart eyes. I am tired, and I am spent, but I still want more. Oh, when Mason is involved, I’m insatiable.