I lick my lips, tasting watermelon, then drop to my knees as I shake my head. “Sex fiend.”
“Just you fucking wait, Pix.” He drops his head back to his seat as I wrap my lips around him, taking him to the back of my throat. “Fuck!” He hisses out.
I smile around him, loving how I can disarm him so easily. It makes me feel powerful.
Hollowing my cheeks, I draw him in and out of my mouth, flicking my tongue over his slit as I reach the head and driving him wild. His hands soon find my hair, and he starts to guide me, taking the control he can never fully give up.
“You’re the hottest fuck, baby.” Pushing back the hair that veils me, he uses his thumb to pull on my bottom lip and expose my teeth, grazing his cock in the process as it slides in and out of my mouth.
My eyes lock with his, dark and dilated and completely glazed. He is so hot for this right now.
“I want to remember how you taste,” I moan around him, my need just as strong as his. I rub my thighs together, trying to gain some friction—anything to stop this ache.
His hips jut up, and his hands force my head down, his cock hitting the back of my throat with every thrust. I snap my eyes closed as I focus on not retching. My gag reflexes are sharp, but this is deep even for me.
“I need to be deeper,” he grits out, and I can tell he is close.
I whimper, knowing I can’t take him any more than I am. Instead, I suck him almost violently. Up and down at my own pace, but still as close to the hilt as I can get him.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants.
Using my hand, I work him as I suck only on the head, running my tongue up the protruding vein on his underside and then back into my mouth again. Precum coats my tongue, and a growl rips through his chest.
“I’m gonna come,” he tells me.
“Hmmm,” I groan around him, his eyes locked on mine.
With one hand wrapped around him and my mouth locked on the tip of his cock, I use my other hand to lower my straps, pulling on the material until it slides over my breasts, releasing them.
“Fuck. Yes!” he elates.
Leaning back, his cock slides out of my mouth with a pop, breaking the connection as he reaches down and takes himself in his hand. He pumps himself four times before he is spurting out and onto my chest.
He smirks at me as I slowly rise to my feet and lean back against his desk. Standing, he reaches out his hand and begins smearing himself all over my breasts. Massaging his cum into my skin until my nipples are straining between his fingers and my core is throbbing with need.
“What do you want?” he rasps, looking down his nose at me, completely sated. His neck looks thick and strong.
I want to suck on it.
“I want you to touch me.”
He pinches my nipple hard, and I whimper. “I am. Tell me where.”
I lean in and rub my lips against his, my nipples scratching against his shirt and causing my flesh to heat.
“I want you to touch me here.” Taking his hand, I guide it between my legs, and his palm instantly moulds to me, his middle finger running through my folds and then dipping inside.
His eyes flick to mine. “You came here fucking bare?”
I’m so turned on and wet that I instantly ripple around him, dropping my head to his shoulder on a soft cry.
He dips in and out of me leisurely, taking his time to build me up before adding another finger. Heat flushes through me as his thumb finds my clit, rubbing in circles until my toes curl and I’m clutching his shirt in my hand.
“Fuck.” I bite into his pec, trying to keep quiet.
“On the desk. Now,” he demands, and I whimper at the loss of his touch.
He makes room for me, the contents of his desk spilling to the floor as he places open-mouthed kisses up the centre of my chest and throat. Once he reaches my mouth, he places a bruising kiss on my lips but then pulls away.
