Savaged
Fuck, she is good.
“Unfasten my belt,” I command as I loosen my tie. I’m not about to let her know she’s getting to me. I never let anyone know when they manage to get under my skin—in any way. She is not going to be an exception. “Use your mouth.”
She bites down into the Italian leather, and I wonder if it’s going to leave a mark. I rather hope it does because I could use a souvenir. She tilts and twists her head to the side, deftly pulling at the buckle until it’s hanging haphazardly from the loops of my suit pants.
“Now the rest.” I pull the tie from around my neck and toss it casually onto my coffee table.
Without being instructed, she uses her teeth to release the button and pull down my zipper. Her chin runs along my length as she does, and I have to fight back the urge to groan as she slowly runs her nose back up my shaft when she’s done with the zip. I reach down and push the pants and my boxers from my hips as her eyes grow discernibly wide.
Yeah, I’m not paying for this because my dick is small.
“Do you want it?” I ask her.
“Yes…please, Mr. Reddick…Please let me suck your cock.”
My breathing is becoming more difficult to control, and the feeling is a little concerning. I lick my lips—already wondering what her pussy tastes like—and I want her enough that I’m feeling a little unnerved. I don’t like feeling unnerved—not in the slightest. I want to control the situation…control myself…control her. Too many things in my life weren’t the results of my decisions, and I need to have power over this. It has been so long since I was in the company of a woman that I’ve forgotten how easy it is to lose oneself to the moment. I need to bring myself back on top, as it were.
“No,” I say definitively. “Lick it, whore.”
Her eyes tighten at the corners—only a very small amount, but I notice it. She doesn’t like the word, and I find that somewhat interesting. Still, she doesn’t hesitate, and I watch her tongue run first over her lips and then reach out of her mouth as far as it will go. She tilts her head slightly to one side, ducks a little lower, and runs her tongue from my balls all the way up to the tip. Her eyes close slightly, and she moans softly.
Oh, fuck.
She curls her tongue over the head of my cock, raises herself up a little more on her knees, and licks all the way back to the base. She places her tongue flat against the side of the shaft, licks back to the head, swirls her tongue around twice, and finally ends with a quick flick over the slit, capturing the pre-cum. She moves to the other side, back to base…back to tip…swirl…flick.
Sweet Jesus.
“Now you can suck it,” I tell her as I mentally brace myself.
Her lips mold over it without hesitation, and the feeling of her warm mouth encompassing me is nearly my undoing. Shit, I have totally forgotten what a woman’s mouth feels like. It’
s so warm and wet and fucking delectable, and I have to stop myself from just grabbing her by the hair and fucking her mouth until I come. She keeps her gaze trained on mine, maintaining that same look of utter adoration in her eyes as she slides her lips half way down my dick and then back to the tip with light, teasing, and seductive suction.
I watch my cock move in her mouth, in and out, just a handful of times before she leans in, the angle no longer allowing the fabulous view of her partially exposed tits, but I barely notice because right as I feel the head of my cock against the back of her throat, I feel her throat constrict around me, and she’s swallowing my cock.
Holy fucking shit.
I had some damn fine blowjobs in college, but nothing—nothing was like this. I can’t help myself, and I let out a low, guttural moan as my head tilts back.
“Oh, shit—yes…”
My hips move forward, and I can feel my balls right up against her chin. She’s got my whole fucking cock in her mouth and part way down her throat. The feeling is completely indescribable, and again, my need for control of the situation rises to the forefront of my mind. I look down at her and wrap my fingers into her hair, pulling her head over my cock, setting the pace, and watching her bob up and down. Every few strokes she pulls back farther, and I can hear her take a deep breath through her nose before she’s swallowing me again. For a moment, I try to hold back, but the view of her, totally wrapped around my shaft, and the feeling of her throat wrapped around me are too much, and the suddenness of my pending orgasm is surprising.
I can’t take it, and I no longer care.
“Swallow it,” I command through clenched teeth. “All of it.”
And I let go, allowing the tightened feeling to release and explode down her throat—my first truly intimate contact with a woman since I finished my MBA. I manage not to scream, but only just barely, and hold her head over my dick until the feeling recedes and she backs off, licking me up and down as she goes.
She settles back on her heels and looks up at me, the same look of worship on her face. For a moment, I feel like an absolute king. The way she’s looking at me, how could I not? Then I realize at this point, I’ve given her nothing whatsoever, and it’s time to turn the tables—fair play and all that.
“On my desk,” I say, kicking my feet free of my shoes, pants, and briefs. “Lean back on your elbows, and spread your legs for me.”
Her compliance is instantaneous and so fucking hot. She’s on my desk with her ass right at the edge and her knees spread wide. Quickly unbuttoning and discarding my shirt, I move to stand between her legs, where I have a perfect view of her pink, plump pussy. I waste no time diving in with my tongue.
I suppose people would consider it conceited, but in college I was known by half the sorority houses for my ability to produce orgasms with my tongue. Maybe to some guys, eating a chick out is a favor only done begrudgingly, but I have always loved the taste of pussy, so I made sure I got plenty of practice. No doubt about it—Valerie Woods’ pussy was mighty fucking sweet. I may be paying her for this, but I also know exactly what I’m doing, and I am going to make her come. Hard.
I use the tip of my tongue to run along the edge of her labia, up one side and down the other. The end of my nose slowly circles her clit, and I exhale over her moist folds, feeling her shiver a bit. My tongue makes a lazy sojourn from the top of her glorious, bare pussy to the bottom and back to her clit, flicking quickly over the little nub. I hum against her skin, and her thighs clench beside me. I smile slightly. For a moment, I consider that she might be faking it, but I immediately dismiss the notion.