“That’s it,” he coaxes. “Taking my cock so well, Gabrielle.”
My eyes water as he nudges the back of my throat, my mouth coming to a stop with his knot firm against my lips.
“Such a good omega,” Cade praises. I stare up at him, my cheeks flushed, my hands still tight behind my back.
Completely at his mercy.
His hand cups my throat gently.
“One day,” he tells me, his fingers massaging the skin. “I’m going to knot this beautiful mouth. Keep you locked onto me, my cum flowing down your throat.”
My groan vibrates against his shaft, and he grins.
“You like that?”
His hand moves to my head, stroking over my hair as I work on my breathing.
“Remember what I said. Stay still, and you’ll be rewarded.”
I blink heavy eyes as his hand pulls away. His scent, his taste is everywhere, my mouth full as I watch him. Saliva begins to collect in my mouth, the urge to suck, to move, growing.
Breathing deeply, I force myself to stay still.
Cade looks down, an approving look on his face when his phone rings.
My eyes widen when he answers it, leaning back in his chair.
“Morning, Mikhail.”
I twitch, and he leans down, continuing his stroking over my hair as I sit, listening to him discuss a complicated legal case with a colleague.
Holding his cock in my mouth.
As the minutes tick on, I adjust to his weight, laying my head on his thigh to keep my balance. The more he ignores me, the more that clenching, clawing need in my stomach grows, begging for him to touch me.
Every part of my body feels sensitive, my cheeks growing warm as he finishes his call and starts typing something on his laptop.
He doesn’t look down, and eventually, I start to relax, my body softening and my mind drifting into a half-doze.
In a weird way, this feels… comforting?
I jolt when Cade’s hand cups my breast. He rolls my nipple between his fingers, tugging it gently.
“Still awake down there?” he teases, a curve to his eyebrow and a satisfied smile twisting up his mouth.
My affirmation is muffled.
“You’ve done very well, Gabrielle. I think you enjoyed this. Am I right?”
My nipple twists, and I moan.
“I bet you’re soaking wet,” he growls. “All ready to be filled.”
My pussy flutters in a definiteyes.
Cade slides himself out of my mouth, and I work the kink out of my jaw as he lifts me. My legs threaten to fold as he bends me again over his desk, his hands petting down my back.
I let out a half-scream, half-moan when his cock rubs up and down my slit, gathering slick.
