It’s not just the size that’s incredible. Art’s cock is as pretty as the rest of him. One thick, prominent vein to trace along the underside. A flared, thick head that I long to wrap my lips around. Smooth, velvet soft skin. And the very top is already wet.
I can hate him all I want, but I can’t hate this cock.
I bring a finger to swipe a drop of his pre-cum. He eyes me with fiery intensity and pulls me in for a kiss.
“What?” I ask him, but he just shakes his head.
“Bend over.” His voice is husky and rough.
He kisses my neck as he pushes me forward, bracing himself against the banister. I feel the size of him, as he runs the head through my juices. Just the gentle brush of it against my sensitive folds has me moaning.
“Tell me I can, Nenoka. Even though anyone could walk in. Eventhough we’re in the middle of your workplace.”
“Just fuck me, Art.” My voice is desperate, but he sounds just as bad. We’re ruining each other and we both know it.
He sinks into me with a low groan. I gasp at the sensation of fullness. I’m drenched, but I still have to consciously relax and slow my breathing to take him.
“Fuck, that cunt,” he groans.
He works his cock in and out slowly at first. I bend forward to take him, gripping the banister for support.
“I want to see you while I fuck you for the first time in five years, Nenoka. While I make that pussy remember what it feels like to belong to this cock.”
I gasp with need as he drives in deep, then whine when he pulls out completely. I was almost…
“I know, shh, it’s okay. Come here.”
He spins me around so that I’m facing him.
But there’s no way, with our height difference, that Art can fuck me standing up. It’s just not logistically possible.
Art pushes me so that my back’s against the wall for support. His hand grips my ass and he lifts me onto his cock. I wrap my legs around his hips and he thrusts, pushing me back against the wall. Only him and the wall are holding me up.
At this angle, there’s no way to escape his size, no way for me to take him shallower.
All I can do is slide deeper onto his huge cock and let him bounce me up and down.
“That’s it, Nenoka, fuck you’re taking me so well now,” he praisesme as I let out a sob of need.
I cling to Art’s broad shoulder, feeling his muscles flex as he pumps in and out of me.
“Do you like to be fucked like this, Nenoka? In the stairwell of your work?” He thrusts deep and hard. “Like a slut who wanted to get dicked down in the middle of the workday?”
“Fuck you,” I gasp. “This was your idea, not mine.”
He drives in harder. “Maybe it was. But who’s already cum twice and is about to again?”
I hate him.
I hate that he’sright, because the second he brings the heel of his hand to my clit, I cum again. His hands on my waist are the only support as my body shakes and spasms with the force of my orgasm.
He kisses me through it, and right when I think that I can’t take it anymore, that I’m about to tap out, he lets out a low groan and finishes inside me.
We both pause for a moment, looking at each other. Normally, we would kiss, but what is this?
Art’s not overthinking it like I am.
He bends down and captures my mouth with his.
