His eyes flared hot, and he fisted his hand into my hair, his fingers diving so deep and clutching so hard that it actually stung.

I gasped, lips only a few millimeters from his cock, and looked up at him.

His eyes were hot, and his mouth was set in such a grim line that it almost looked like he didn’t want me to.

But then he slowly started to pull me forward, controlling the contact.

I reached out my tongue, closing the few short millimeters to his cock’s tip, and his eyes narrowed.

He pulled my hair back, moving my lips away, and he moved his cock forward and painted my lips with the precome that was beading on his cock.

“No, that should work. Is there anything else?” Lynn asked, obviously following along with the conversation even though I wasn’t.

“No,” someone answered. “Though I would like to talk about…”

I gasped when his hand tightened in my hair, the pain making pleasure zing through my veins at lightning speed.

The gasp opened my mouth up enough that he fed his cock inside, making me moan.

“No, I’m okay,” Lynn answered a question I hadn’t heard.

I was too busy being filled.

The thing was, I hadn’t realized that doing this would cause me pleasure. But there I was, getting off on him controlling our speed and how deep I took him, by his hand in my hair.

I was literally dripping wet, and my hand snuck down between my thighs to circle my clit, but just as I got my hand where it needed to be, he filled me so full that I couldn’t breathe.

My eyes flashed up to his as he held himself still, waiting for I didn’t know what.

“No, I’ll handle that myself,” he growled.

Was he talking to me, or to the man on the phone? Because I wasn’t quite sure who at this point.

I placed both of my hands onto his thighs, and his head nodded, as if that was exactly what he wanted.

He pulled back out of my mouth completely, and I gasped for air that I hadn’t realized I so desperately needed.

His grin was swift and a little bit cruel, knowing exactly what he did to me.

I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock back into my mouth.

This time, he teased the head against my tongue.

“Suck,” he ordered.

“I agree, it does suck,” a man replied. “I’m just waiting to hear more back from a couple of men in the justice department…”

I started to suck, focusing not just on my mouth and what it was doing to the meaty head of his cock, but on his face and how he took each stroke.

He seemed to like it when I was rougher, because when my nails started to dig into his suit-pant-covered thighs, his eyes dilated, and his mouth parted slightly.

I smoothed one of my hands up to cup his balls, and he licked his lips.

Another man got on the line then, this one with a squeaky, raspy voice that sounded as if he didn’t use it all that much.

He started talking about some men in prison, but I must’ve slowed down as I listened, because Lynn filled me up again, this time pushing past my gag reflex.

I choked and he chuckled.

I glared and tightened my hand on his balls, but he didn’t look scared. He looked intrigued, as if he didn’t quite expect me to do anything too bad to them.

And I wouldn’t.

But still, the threat was there.

He started to push in and out of my mouth again while listening to the men, and I started to squirm, wanting more but unable to get it.

He sensed this and pulled out of my mouth, his eyes hot.

“Up.”

“Yes, it’s really fucked up,” the raspy rough voice agreed.

I got up and turned my head to see his computer screens and gasped.

There were people on it!

What the absolute fuck!

There I was, my ass hanging out, and giving this man a blow job, and these men were…

“Turn around and bend over. They can’t see you,” he ordered.

I was shaking when I did what he said.

My eyes were going to every single screen that there was.

There were four men in total, all of them in a home office of sorts.

Lynn moved a keyboard and a mouse to a shelf behind his desk, then roughly shoved me down onto the wood in front of him, his hand on the back of my neck guiding my face down as well, but more gently than he’d forced my body.

I lay down until my face was pressed against the smooth wood, moaning lightly when the cool wood pressed against my overheated cheeks.

“You sure you’re okay over there?” one of them asked.

“Yes,” Lynn replied. “Just trying to figure out why my video feed went out. Continue talking. This is a new place. Few kinks to work out.”

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