Sweat beads between her breasts.
Her legs shake so violently I have to brace them over my shoulders.
Now.
I suck her clit hard between my lips just as I thrust three fingers deep.
She shatters with a scream, her cunt clenching around my fingers like a hot, wet fist, like it’s trying to keep me there or pull me deeper inside.
I don’t let up. I lap at her through the spasms until she’s sobbing, oversensitive and writhing.
Only when her thighs fall limp against the desk do I finally pull away, my jaw aching, my mouth glistening.
“Beautiful,” I rasp. “Wrecked just for me.”
I could do this forever. Just watch her. Just bring her pleasure and ask for nothing in return.
Except I’m so hard it’s actually painful, and when she opens her eyes and looks at me with that dazed expression, I know I’m not walking away from this.
I stand. Undo my belt. Shove my rain-damp pants down just enough to free my cock.
She reaches for me. Her small hand wraps around my cock, and I hiss at the contact. Her palm is soft but determined, sliding from root to tip in one slow stroke. Pre-come beads at my slit, slicking her fingers as she pumps me. Her thumb swipes over the swollen head, spreading wetness in maddening circles.
“Look what you do to me,” I growl, watching her fist glide over my length.
Her eyes are locked on my cock.
She leans forward, her breath hot against my shaft, and I feel the tip of her tongue trace the thick vein underneath.
Fuck.
My hips jerk.
“Suck it,” I command, my voice shredded. “Show me how much you want this.”
She takes me into her mouth until her lips meet her knuckles. Her tongue presses hard against the underside as she pulls back, hollowing her cheeks.
The suction is filthy, wet, perfect.
I fist her hair, guiding her rhythm, resisting the urge to fuck her throat raw.
When her teeth graze me lightly, I almost lose it.
“Eyes on me,” I grit out.
She looks up through her lashes, mouth stretched obscenely around my cock. The sight alone could make me spill.
I tug her off with a loudpop.
“Later,” I promise darkly. “Right now I need to be inside you.”
She shivers.
I reach into my pocket, pull out the condom I’ve been carrying since New Year’s Eve like some kind of pathetic optimist.
I tear it open. Roll it on with one hand while my thumb stays at her jaw, holding her gaze.
“Still with me?” I ask.
