Hard For My Boss - Page 75
Why does that possibility turn me on so much?
Then his kisses lead to the top of my ass. My lips part with a breathless gasp when I realize where he’s heading.
“Ben …” I breathe. “Y-You can’t …”
“I can,” he hisses, cutting me off. “And if you ever plan to lose your virginity, I think you’re going to need a little warming up.”
He runs the flat of his tongue up one of my cheeks.
I flinch, surprised by the smooth sensation. Oh, God …
“You taste so fucking sweet,” I hear him whisper from between my legs before he goes for my other ass cheek, licking it from the very bottom to the very top.
I bite my lip and cling to the desk, my cock throbbing as it points between my legs, hard and in perfect view, inches from his face. With my legs spread as they are, my ass, cock, and balls are totally exposed to Benjamin and at his total mercy.
I’ve never felt more objectified than I do right now.
And I love it.
Then his tongue runs along the underside of my balls. I suck in a breath of air, my legs and thighs pulling taut at the cool, slick, almost-tickling sensation of his tongue as it slowly runs up, up, up until it reaches my hole. The sensitivity is so strong and makes me so crazy, I can barely stand it. Just this one long, slow lick might be enough to make me fall apart, cry, and orgasm all at once.
Then he does it all over again.
I’m clawing at the desk. He’s gripping my thighs, so my legs have no chance of closing. Bent over his desk, I can’t escape the overwhelming sensations happening between the underside of my balls and my sensitive, exposed hole.
And then Ben does it again. Licking slow, long, and firmly.
“Oh my God, Ben,” I groan, my voice jagged.
He never stops. He is relentless, knowing how maddening this is for me, doing what he’s doing, making me desperate for more, making me long for his tongue to reach its destination, making me so turned on that I feel wetness at the tip of my throbbing, flexed, achingly hard cock.
Then he brings his lick higher, running along my hole.
I tighten right up, gasping.
“Mmm,” he moans, his breaths casting cool waves of delight over my now-wet balls. “You’re so fucking tight. And you taste so sweet … and clean … and perfect.”
There is something so invasive about how he describes how I taste. Maybe it’s how he holds my legs apart, trapping me in this totally exposed position. Maybe it’s how his door is unlocked and anyone might come in. Maybe it’s the way he speaks with his lips less than an inch from my butthole, like I’m just a piece of ass to him. What a piece of heaven this is right now, to be Benjamin Gage’s toy.
He doesn’t use his hands to separate my ass cheeks. He just pushes his face right in, meeting my hole with his wet lips and his wetter tongue. My mouth is frozen open, my jaw grinding against the desk as I let out a silent scream of wild delight.
His tongue laps at my hole in slow, measured licks. One long, flat-tongued lap at a time, he drives me insane and makes all of my muscles clench tighter with joy, anticipation, and desperate need.
The licking never stops. I can’t find any new ways to squirm; I’ve tried moving and flexing and pushing and pulling every single muscle I have on my body, but I can’t get away from the relentless, agonizingly perfect pleasure he’s forcing me to endure. It’s a kind of pleasure that is barely not enough, and yet overwhelmingly too much. And while I teeter on the brink of insanity, I’m at his total whim, suffering every beautiful, squirming second of it.
I’m dripping. I feel my cock letting loose drop after drop of pre-cum, unaware and uncaring of where it’s all landing. In his lap? On the floor? Down the front of his desk?
He’s turned my cock into a pre-cum factory, slowly churning drip after desperate drip, stream after stream of frustrated, sticky anticipation.
If he touches my cock—and I mean literally touches it—I just might nut all over him.
Then, just when I think I can get used to the asshole torment he’s putting me through, his tongue pushes at the hole.
And enters me.
“Ben, Ben, Ben …” I let out involuntarily, my eyes shaking, wet, crazed. I thought I’d felt it all; I was horribly wrong. “Oh my God, Ben.”
His lips wet, his mouth all in my ass, he barely pulls away an inch to murmur, “Told you you’d have trouble keeping quiet,” against my ass before darting out his tongue once again, slow and sensual, as it slips right back into my hole, tunneling in.
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