“The newest prototype,” Lynn grunted as he seated himself into me completely. Holding me there exactly where he wanted me. “Pretty fuckin’ sweet.”
I wouldn’t know.
I couldn’t see it.
He did something over my head, making the gun clang and click, and then he was setting something on my ass.
He held it up in front of his face, and the camera, so that the others could see it.
While he did, he slowly used his other hand to rub his release that covered my bare back—when had his shirt been pushed up?—into my skin.
“That’s nice,” someone said. “I’ll have to see about getting one. I’m still not sure how the fuck you got it.”
I was panting again, because this was all so fucking hot.
And how the hell did Lynn remain so goddamn cool and collected while fucking me?
Seriously.
And how in the world was he still so hard?
Weren’t older men supposed to be slower with the follow up sex?
Lynn was anything but slow, and his cock being so hard still made me want to laugh.
How had I lucked out finding an older man that knew what he was doing with his cock and had the ability to come twice in such a short amount of time?
Because that was exactly what he was doing.
Slowly rocking into me, so infinitesimally that I couldn’t even see him moving on the screen.
It was really interesting to watch, because his face could’ve been completely bored for all they knew. They had no clue whatsoever that he was inside of me. That he’d already come all over my backside. That his fingers had been…
I inhaled sharply when his hand squeezed my ass.
Hard.
Then the motherfucker spanked me.
So freakin’ hard that I jolted.
My head once again hit something, causing the screen to go black.
There was a button. Above my head.
All he had to do was press it, and the screen would turn off, taking away his video.
The gun hit the desk by my head, and he latched onto my hips.
“Press the button again. I need them to see me as I say goodbye. This is important,” he commanded.
Then he bucked into me so hard that I hadn’t realized he was holding a button down beside my face on the other side until I knocked his hand away from it with my head.
Shakily, I reached up and depressed the button.
“Sorry, gentlemen. I’m going to get off while I can. I’ll see about having this fixed through my tech guys. In the meantime.” He nodded his head. “I’ll keep you all updated via your secretaries and or advisors.”
Each man said their goodbyes and slowly blinked out, one by one.
I couldn’t see their boxes, but as one left, the boxes themselves would change shape, going bigger and bigger until the only thing left was one giant screen where Lynn was filling it.
“Sit up onto your elbows,” he ordered.
I did, and my pleasure-filled face and tits filled the screen.
Ahh, that made sense on why he wanted me to sit up on my elbows.
He now could get both views.
Each time he thrust into me, my tits would swing. My nipples were grazing the hard wood underneath of me and becoming harder and harder to the point where they felt like peaks of marble.
That familiar feeling started to creep up on me again, my body tightening with each punishing thrust of his cock.
It was like that until suddenly, it wasn’t.
Why wasn’t it?
Because he’d. Fucking. Stopped.
“Nooo,” I wailed.
He laughed before pulling out of me completely, turning me around, and perching my ass just barely on the desk.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he growled.
I licked my lips and looked down as his cock slowly worked through my folds.
It looked… obscene.
He was big, hard, thick and pulsing. He was covered in my juices, and the veins in his cock looked really freakin’ angry.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, looking at him.
He made a humming sound in the back of his throat, then said, “Hook your legs over my forearms.”
I did, and he pushed me backward slightly before filling me in one long stroke.
It felt fucking awesome.
The orgasm that had been on the brink seconds ago was once again right there. Teetering with me at the edge.
“I want to fill your ass up with my cock,” he growled, surprising me.
My eyes dragged away from where we were connected—God, I was stretched so tightly around him—to lock my gaze with his.
“I’m going to get in there,” he said. “Are you on birth control?”
I licked my lips.
“Yes.”
He growled something in his throat, then started to thrust back into me, not hard, but definitely not soft, either. The perfect strength.
I was so lost in his eyes that I didn’t see his hand move to my clit until he pinched it.
That teeter I was doing on the edge blew up.
I was sucked under, so fast and hard, that I barely had time to catch my breath before I screamed.