Darcy’s net worth has more digits in it than my phone number. He probably hasn’t had to take an order since he made his first million. But against all odds—he obeys.
Fuck. He wants me bad.
And I’m going to make him pay for it. Not in money—he’s already proven to me that he’s willing to throw as much of that at me as it takes.
No, I’m going to give him something money can’t buy.
What do you give the man who has everything?
Lust. Longing.
I’m going to make sure he wants me like he’s never wanted anything else in his life.
“Get your cock out,” I tell him as I stare down at him.
“Get it out for me,” he counters, settling back into my desk chair. “I know how little sluts like you feel about handling big cocks.”
He looks so smug when he says it, I contemplate picking up my clothes and walking out then and there. It would be the ultimate alpha babe move. He’d have to sit there, flexing his thighs, trying to get his massive hard-on to take a five…or he’d have to sit there, jerking off to the thought of me, just to get a few moments of relief.
But actually, he’s right. That’s true. Sluts like me do love handing big cocks…and judging by feel alone, Darcy’s dick is something I’m gonna have to see to believe.
I bend over, resting my hands on his knees and giving him the best view of the best tits in the entire house.
“What’s in it for me?” I ask, stroking my palms up his thighs.
“I’ll fuck your mouth so hard you’ll forget which end of you your cunt is at,” he says cooly.
My cunt, to its credit, throbs disastrously, and reminds me exactly where it’s at. Forgetting right now isn’t exactly possible, considering I’m currently dripping through my panties and soaking the crotch of my shorts to boot.
“I’d like to see you try,” I say as my fingers curl around his belt buckle.
“I didn’t get to where I am today by trying, Lizzie,” Darcy says. “When I put my head to something, I succeed.”
My fingers move to the button of his slacks.
“Maybe I should give you something a little more challenging to put your head towards,” I smile, popping the button open with a flick of my fingers.
“You’ll have to be more specific, Lizzie. Are you talking about riding my face, or my cock?”
His dick is straining against the zipper of his pants so bad at this point that if I don’t undo it, I’m worried he’s going to rip right through it. For the sake of his tailor, if nothing else, I unzip him.
Holy fucking fuck.
Now there’s just his boxer briefs between his hard-on and my gaze. His dick looks even bigger unrestrained, and I can’t help myself. I yank the waistband of the boxers down, and his cock springs up at me so hard and thick and long, it nearly hits me in the fucking face.
“Yes,” I finally answer, because apparently, I can only make one-syllable words right now. “Both.”
I swallow hard, because suddenly my mouth is too wet to function. So is my pussy. I’m literally drooling for Darcy’s dick from two different holes. My whole body is hot for him, and it’s only about to get hotter.
I’ve seen plenty of man meat in my day. Unrequested dick pics. Drunken hook-ups with strangers that I’ve met in bars. Boyfriends, here and there, nothing too serious.
But Darcy’s…
I have to back away now just to take it all in. The totally gorgeous man sitting there at my desk. The totally gorgeous smile on his face as he watches me react to him.
The totally gorgeous cock that he’s currently wrapping his fist around. The most gorgeous dick I’ve ever seen.
“You look speechless, Lizzie,” he chuckles.