He presses his body against mine and, reacting on sheer instinct, I thrust my ass back against his crotch. I feel the bulging in his pants fitting between my ass cheeks and, as he grabs at my breasts, I start to move my hips in an up and down motion.
“You can’t wait, can you? You want me inside of you,” he says, and I close my eyes and start to grind against him harder.
“I want it,” I purr, electricity running up my spine as I feel his shaft pulsing against my ass. “I want it now,” I repeat, anxious for him to push the thong down my body. I want him to use my naked body like no one ever has before… I want him to fuck me, to ravage me, and then I want to do it all over again.
“You’ll wait,” he tells me firmly, grabbing at my ass cheeks and squeezing them. Then, no warning whatsoever, he smack my ass with the back of his hand. The sound is dry and snappy, and the sting of pain hits me at once. I cry out and, biting on my lower lip, I wait for him to do it again. “I’ll fuck you… But first I’ll make you beg.” He smacks my ass again, hard enough to leave a mark, and then presses his mouth against my neck.
“I’ll beg…” I pant, thrusting back as hard as I can. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“I know that,” he whispers, and then takes one step back. I turn to him and try to kiss him, but he simply grabs me by the hair and forces me to throw my head back. “On your knees, Becca.” The deep sound of his voice acts like a drug on my brain and, almost immediately, I feel my knees buckling under the weight of my body. I go down, my hands going straight for his crotch.
“Go on…” he says, and I take a deep breath. Unbuttoning his pants, I feel my heart becoming tighter inside of my chest as the shape of his cock pushes back against my fingers.
Before pulling it out of his boxer briefs, I start by flattening my hand against it, rubbing it up and down. Before I even know what I’m doing, I lean into him and, tilting my head to the side, fit my mouth against his shaft. I start to suck over his boxer briefs, my fingers tightening up around his shaft.
As the pressure intensifies, I finally hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and tug on them as hard as I can, sending them with his pants down to his ankles. I grab his cock immediately, struggling to get my fingers around his shaft. Swear to God, I didn’t even know cocks as big as these existed; he has to be as thick as a can of Coke.
Flicking my wrist, I start to stroke them with both my hands, moving them at a steady pace. He groans and then, as he pulls my head in, I go straight for his glans. I stop stroking him and angle his cock down; parting my lips, I wrap them around his tip and start to suck. My mouth moves down his shaft with maddening patience, but I go all the way—no half measures. It should be physically impossible for me to have all of his length inside of my mouth, but I don’t care about it. I push through, only stopping when I feel the tip of his cock against the back of my throat.
“That’s it…” he groans, pushing my head back. Once I’m on his tip again, I cup his balls and start to roll them over my fingers. They’re heavy, full of his cum, and I can’t wait to unload them all over me. I shiver, remembering how his semen tasted, and that just makes me start to suck on him as hard as humanly possible. Bobbing my head back and forth, I close my eyes and surrender to the way his thickness forces me to open my mouth wide. My jaw hurts from the effort, but that’s the price you pay when you have a cock as big as this at your disposal. And, if you ask me, I’m more than willing to pay the price.
The muscles in my neck are already complaining from the effort and, stopping just for a second, I take his cock out of my mouth and take a deep breath. While I do it, I keep on stroking, my hand working on him furiously.
“I fucking love the way you use your mouth,” he says, softly brushing his thumb over my lips. “It’s so tight… Almost as much as your pussy.” His words are like a drug, his voice blanketing all of my thoughts; eager to please, I dive into him again, rolling my lips down his shaft. I suck on him so relentlessly that a violent spasm takes over his cock; he’s on the verge of cumming, but that I don’t stop. Pulling on my hair, he has to be the one taking control. He pushes me back and his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound. “Not yet.”
In a hurry, he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxers. Like a god, he towers over me, his naked body the most perfect sight my eyes have ever seen. Mason he’s… perfect. And he’s going to be your stepfather as well, an insidious voice whispers inside of my head. I know that this simple fact should be enough to ruin the fun… But it just makes me hornier.
“Fuck me,” I blurt out, looking up at him. Grabbing one arm, he pulls me up to my feet and pushes me back against the wall. Without wasting time, he presses his body against mine, and I tremble as I feel his shaft brushing against my drenched thong. “Please,” I moan, running my hands down the side of his body and resting them over the curve of his ass.
Moving fast, he grabs at my thong and pulls it against my outer thigh. I gasp as I feel the fabric digging deep into my flesh and then, as he tugs harshly, I hear the sound of the thong tearing. It slides off my skin and, instead of throwing it to the floor, he brings it up to his face.
“You’re delicious…” he whispers, brushing my drenched thong against my lips. I feel the scent of lust and sin, my own fluids smearing my lips, and only then does he let the thong fall to the floor. “It drives me fucking crazy,” he continues, leaning into me; with the tip of his tongue, he licks my lips, tasting my pussy there.
I grab his cock, anxious to feel it sliding inside my pussy, but he grabs me by the wrist and stops me. “I want to taste you first,” he says and, acting on it, he goes down to his knees. With one hand on the back of my knee, he places my right leg over his shoulder and then leans into me. I place both my hands on his head, my insides clenching as he places his face between my thighs; when he runs his tongue between my wet folds, I can’t help but let out one loud moan.
Grabbing his hair by the root, I pull him into me with a violent movement. He doesn’t fight back; he dives into me with a vengeance, his open mouth sucking on my drenched pussy. When he flicks his tongue at my clit, I feel as if I was hit by thunder. My whole body tenses up and I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face as if tomorrow would never come.
“Yes, yes,” I moan, bright lights flashing behind my closed eyelids. My moans become louder and louder, and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming. If I keep being this loud, everyone will know what we’re doing inside his office. Even now, my brain is drowning in pleasure, I can still hear the noise from outside the office, the traders going about their business just a few feet away from me and Mason. Oh, if anyone barged in and saw us fucking… Mason and his step-daughter fucking—I can already see the headlines. Now that would be a mess.
Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and try to keep quiet. It’s harder than it seems, but somehow, I manage to do it. Mason doesn’t seem to care about it, though. Instead of taking it easy, he licks my pussy in a feverish frenzy; feeling me on the verge of exploding, he presses two fingers over my clit and starts to rub it in that maddening rhythm.
“Oh, fuck…” I hiss, my body like a coiled spring. Experienced as he is, it doesn’t take long for me to snap. Grinding my teeth hard enough to shatter them, I let a wave of ecstasy
wash over me. My muscles tremble and twitch, and pleasure rages through me like a midnight storm.
I’m breathing so hard even my lungs are complaining; still, Mason doesn’t ease up. He keeps lapping at my pussy, working me with his tongue and fingers until the orgasm finally starts to subside.
Taking my leg out from his shoulder, he goes up to his feet, the Devil’s grin on his face. “Delicious,” he whispers, running his tongue over his wet lips. The skin around his mouth is glistening, my fluids dripping down his face, and the urge to kiss him overwhelms me. I crush my mouth against his and part his lips with my tongue. My own flavor coats my tongue and crawls up to my brain, making me feel dizzy. There’s something wicked about tasting myself in the lips of a man like Mason.
“Delicious,” I repeat, smiling at him while I run my tongue over my lips. “No wonder you like it so much.”
“That’s right,” he says, pressing his body against mine. His hands are on my ass now, squeezing my cheeks gently; I grab his cock and angle it down, pointing its tip straight at my wetness.
“Fuck me now,” I urge him, trying to place his glans against my pussy. He resists, not moving, and simply looks me in the eye. “I can’t wait any longer… I need it now.”
Like a predator moving on its prey, he places both hands under my ass and lifts me up, pinning me against the wall while I lace my legs behind his lower back. God, my heart is about to burst right now.
“You’ll have to do better than that.” Grabbing his cock, he comes closer and starts to rub his glans against my pussy lips, moving it up and down its length. I try to thrust, desperate to feel his thickness pushing against my inner walls, but he simply keeps on teasing me.