She doesn’t move so I coax her down with my hand on her throat, “Take out my cock, kitten.”
Her hands release my wrist and fly to the button of my pants, yanking at it before she tugs them down and has my cock in her hand in the next second.
Releasing her throat, I bring my thumb to her chin, pushing it to open her mouth while her hand works my shaft slowly.
“Look at you being a good girl right now,” I praise her, “Such a shame you couldn’t be a good girl for me before. Good girls get rewards, bad girls choke on my cock.”
Her eyes widen as I press the head of me between her lips, forcing her to widen and relax her jaw. When she’s wide enough, I thrust in, going to the back of her throat. Her hands slap against my thighs while mine go to the back of her head, keeping her right fucking there while I fuck between her lips.
“That’s it, kitten,” I rasp, reveling in the bite of her nails on my skin, “Choke on it.”
Her eyes stream and her tongue swirls around my shaft, flicking against the sensitive area underneath and I groan, fingers flexing in her hair. Her teeth begin to scrape dangerously against my shaft, and I widen my eyes in warning, gripping her hair tight enough for it to hurt.
Tears stream down her face but despite them, she glares at me, her anger so hot it burns. She challenges and threatens, even when she is on her knees.
“Don’t you fucking dare bite me, kitten.”
She grins around my cock and withdraws me from hermouth only to lick up the seam of me, making my damn knees wobble.
“Suck me, Olivia,” I rasp.
Her lips close around the crown of me and then she pushes me all the way to the back of her throat, one hand skirting up the inside of my thigh where her nails then run, with a light pressure against my balls.
Oh shit.
I groan as I tip my chin toward the ceiling, so damn close. My hips thrust into her mouth, and she takes all of me eagerly. I’m about to fucking come.
“Do not fucking swallow me,” I drop my head to look down at her as my fingers flex on the back of her skull and then I thrust all the way, my orgasm spilling into her mouth. Her nails dig in, but it doesn’t deter me, not as I flex and feel her gag, drawing out every second of the pleasure before I withdraw from her.
“Show me, kitten,” I demand, pressing my thumb against her bottom lip, “Tongue out.”
Eyes on me, she parts her lips and sticks out her tongue. My come coats it, dripping off the tip.
“Well can’t you be a good little brat,” I commend, “Now swallow it.”
With a devilish grin, she closes her mouth and swallows me down before she stands, and her mouth is on mine once more. The kiss heated and rough like before, teeth clashing, tongues dueling. Barely able to think, I keep a tight hold on her as I reach blindly behind and swipe my hand, throwing off the entire contents on top of the desk. It all crashes to the floor, glass smashes, pens and paper scatter and Oliviajumps in my arms but then I’m lifting her, planting her ass on the desk.
I break the kiss, stepping back from her, “Lay back, Olivia.”
Burning eyes on me, she lowers her spine to the desk, and I reach out to grasp her ankles, lifting until the heels of her feet rest on the edge of the desk. I let my hands run up the inside of her calves until I stop at her knees and then I push them apart, the pencil skirt she has on rises until it bunches at her hips.
She’s barely covered by a strip of lace, and I run a finger over them, feeling the warm wetness of her pussy coat the tip of my finger. “Fucking soaked.”
Her hips twitch as my fingers run back up and I flick my eyes to her face, seeing her eyes closed, lip caught between her teeth.
“Are you aching, kitten?” I ask, leaning down to blow my breath on her cunt, “Tell me.”
“Yes.” She breathes, spine arching.
“Should I fill you up, Olivia?”
I add a little pressure to her, pushing into the lace and she whimpers, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk as she groans.
“Use your words, Olivia,” I demand.
“Please!” She snaps.
“Please what?”
