He smirked, holding my gaze. "Why don't you find out? Test them, baby. Make me come for you."
I started stroking him, my hand sliding up and down his thick shaft, feeling it pulse and swell in my grip. The skin was like velvet over steel, veins prominent as I pumped faster. Precum beaded at the tip, slicking my movements. But after a while, my handached from the effort, and he still hadn't come—just groaned deeply, his hips twitching slightly.
"Not putting in enough work, are you?" he teased, his breathing ragged. "Come on, Elena, you're slacking. Make me feel it—really work for it."
Frustrated and aroused, I pushed him toward the office chair. "Sit," I commanded, surprising myself with the firmness in my voice.
He grinned, complying, sinking into the chair with his legs spread wide, his cock standing tall and proud. I dropped to my knees, crawling between his thighs—the position felt deliciously wicked, empowering me in a way that sent a thrill through my core.
"Damn, look at you on your knees," he said, voice gravelly with lust. "Gonna suck me off like the naughty girl you are?"
I didn't respond with words. Instead, I leaned in, my tongue flicking over the swollen head, tasting his salty precum. He hissed, his hand weaving into my hair. I licked down the full length, tracing the throbbing veins, then gently sucked his balls, rolling them in my mouth while my hand stroked the shaft above.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, head tipping back. "Suck them harder, baby. Make me ache for it."
I did, taking one fully into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it before moving to the other, all while pumping his cock with firm twists. Then I shifted up, wrapping my lips around the tip and sucking him in deep, bobbing my head with hollowed cheeks. He was so thick, stretching my mouth to its limit, but I relaxed my throat, taking him deeper until he nudged the back.
"Shit, Elena—deepthroating me like that? You're fucking destroying me," he panted, hips lifting subtly to meet me. "Keep going, and I'm gonna explode down your throat."
I hummed around him, the vibration drawing a curse from his lips. My hands worked the base that my mouth couldn't reach, twisting and stroking in rhythm. Saliva dripped down, making everything slick and messy—hot in the best way. I varied it: long, slow licks along the underside, teasing the sensitive frenulum, then fast, urgent sucks, deepthroating until tears welled in my eyes from the intensity.
His breathing grew erratic, muscles coiling tight. "So close... fuck, baby, swallow every drop. Take it all."
With one final, deep thrust into my mouth, he came hard, hot jets filling me. I swallowed greedily, the salty taste of him flooding my senses, my tongue milking him until he shuddered and eased back, spent.
"Goddamn," he rasped, chest heaving. "My dirty little angel."
He hauled me up with effortless strength, settling me on his lap to straddle him. His hands roamed hungrily, yanking off my top and bra, baring my breasts. He dove in, mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking hard as his teeth grazed the peak.
"Ah, Igor!" I arched into him, grinding against his rapidly hardening cock.
He bit down lightly, then soothed with his tongue, switching to the other. "These perfect tits are all mine," he murmured between licks and bites. "Gonna fuck you senseless, make you scream my name until you can't think straight."
His hands stripped away my skirt and the rest, leaving me completely naked on his lap. He positioned me just right, his cock pressing at my entrance, then drove up into me in one powerful thrust.
"Oh fuck!" I cried, the sudden fullness stretching me deliciously.
He gripped my hips, slamming up into me with hard, rapid thrusts, each one burying him deep. The angle rubbed perfectly against my clit, building the pressure fast. "Ride me hard, baby. Feel how deep I'm claiming you?"
I bounced on him, matching his rhythm, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter. It hit me quickly—I came undone, my walls clenching around him like a vise, crying out as the waves of ecstasy crashed over me.
But he wasn't finished. He lifted me off, his cock slipping out wet and glistening, and laid me back on the desk with my legs dangling over the edge. I was still lost in the afterglow, hazy and sensitive, when something cool and rigid pushed into me.
"What the—?" I gasped,glancing down.
He smirked, twisting it slowly. "Your favorite pen, baby. The one you're always using."
My face burned with embarrassment. "Igor! God, I'll never be able to look at it the same way again."
He laughed darkly, sliding it in and out, the smooth metal teasing my inner walls. It was slender, not filling me like he did, but the chill against my heat sent shivers racing through me. "How does that feel? Cold and unyielding, right? But it's not enough for you, is it? Not like my cock."
He pumped it slowly, building a frustrating, tantalizing ache. Too thin, too cold—it couldn't compare to the hot, throbbing stretch I craved from him. "It's... too small," I whimpered, squirming. "Nothing like you. Please, Igor, fuck me. I need you inside me—your real cock, filling me up."
He grinned wickedly. "Push it out first. Show me how badly you want me. Use those tight muscles and expel it, then I'll give you your reward."
Biting my lip, I concentrated, clenching my inner walls, working to force the pen out. It was humiliating and insanely arousing, my body straining with effort. Finally, it slipped free, clattering to the floor.
"Good girl," he praised, lining up his cock at my entrance. "Now feel the difference—the real thing, hot and ready for you."
