I drag my claws along every ridge of his physique while I drop to my knees. His length strains against the restricting material of his jeans as I place a delicate kiss on the seam. Above me, I listen to Mr. Ellis’s husky pants, his fingers gently raking through my curls before angling my head back.
“What are you doing down there, pretty girl?” he asks, massaging my roots while I pop each knot on his belt. I take my time, savoring his rough gasp the closer I get to freeing his cock.
When I finally get his belt off, I place my fingers on either side of his button and halt. “I’m going to make you feel good, Mr. Ellis.”
Brushing the hair away from my face, he watches through pinched eyes as I spring his cock from his jeans and take him in my hands.
It takes both my hands to wrap around his length, and when I do, I give him a slow, leisured jerk. The smooth head of his cock gleams in the soft office lighting, with tiny beads of come captivating my attention.
I don’t think. I just do.
Running my tongue through the slit in his tip, I flick back those droplets, drinking down their salty flavor before pulling him entirely into my mouth.
His length isn’t one I’m used to. It reaches the back of my throat before I’m ready. I fight the gag strangling my trachea and breathe through the discomfort, taking him deeper, swallowing down the tangy taste of him.
Moans and hushed curses break up his raspy breathing. They pierce my chest and send bolts of lightning throughout my core.
Still tugging his throbbing shaft into my mouth, I drop one of my hands and use it to work my pussy into a frenzy, moaning around him as he drips down my throat.
Mr. Ellis’s fists tighten in my hair, knotting them roughly in his fierce grip while he forces my head to bob on his cock. It shouldn’t, but his brutal pace has me spilling against the pads of my fingers.
“Don’t you fucking come, baby. Not unless it’s all over my tongue.”
His words push me over the edge, forcing my orgasm to flood my palm. My moans vibrate his steel length, drawing out his throaty groans before stiffening the reins in my hair.
“Bad girl,” he growls, shoving himself farther down my throat.
I take him all, every single inch of him, pumping him faster in my mouth while my other hand leaves my center to cup his balls. I work him until I feel them tighten in my tender grip. Their stiffening warns me before it happens. As his fingers rip at my roots, the vein running from his base to tip pulses madly against my tongue.
Theodore’s head begins to swell against my lips. The euphoria on his face has me blowing him harder, deeper, more vigorously than I’ve ever done before, but the pain in my jaw is all worth it when I flick my tongue under his hood, and he explodes inside my mouth.
The taste of his come, so sweet, so salty, coats my mouth, making every single one of my nerves tingle in anticipation. His flavor has left me delirious and intoxicated, begging for more as he softens on my tongue.
Thumb rubbing the bits of spilled come on the corner of my lips, he gives me a weak, tired smile. “Swallow, baby girl. Can you do that for me?”
Nodding my head, I drink him down, flashing my tongue at the end to prove it.
Mr. Ellis bends at the waist, gripping the bottom of my jaw with a firm hand. “Good girl.” He beams before pressing a savage kiss to my swollen lips.
Quickly, he tucks himself back into his jeans and helps me to my feet. I spend the next few minutes in his arms. My mostly naked body tucked into his solid form. He explores me in this relaxed state, palming my ass and thighs before taking the band of my panties and drawing them lazily down my legs.
I part for him without question, helping him ease them off me. For a moment, he hovers inches away from my core, blowing warm breath on the sensitive flesh before looking over my shoulder and backing away.
“I have a meeting in five minutes. How am I going to be able to focus now?”
It's difficult to answer when the pads of his fingers rub the front of my thighs, wandering closer to my core with each press. “You’re just going to have to do your best while replaying your come shooting down my throat.”
Head facing the ceiling, I lick at my lips when the ball in his throat bobs. I just want to bite it, mark him as mine.
Holding my panties up by the tip of his finger, he rumbles, “I’m keeping these.”
I squeeze my thighs together, warding off the wave of want while throwing my dress over my body. He’s gentleman enough to help me with its fitting, grazing his palms along every wrinkle until it lies flat against my curves. I shift against his touch, all too aware of my naked pussy.
I’ve never gone in public without panties before; it was never something that crossed my mind. But standing in front of Mr. Ellis, completely bare underneath with my thong in his pocket, is the best kind of secret.
Naughty.
Tempting.
