“Yes, ma’am,” he growls, fucking my face with fervor. I’m at his mercy and I love it. The throbbing in my clit intensifies. All I can do is moan and swivel my hips, trying to relieve the ache. “Come with me, Princess. Let go.” His pace quickens and once he’s seated deeply in my mouth his cock shudders, come sputtering down my throat. It sets off a chain reaction and I crash over the cliff with him.
“Ahhhh,” I scream around his cock as I come with unexpected force. My whole body shakes. Light flashes behind my eyes.
Chase slowly pulls out of my mouth. He swipes a thumb on the corner of my mouth, collecting the cum that dribbled out when I screamed and he pulled out. He pushes it back in and says, “Swallow.” My breaths come out in short pants as I try to swallow his cum and recover from my orgasm.
He stares at me with a mix of awe and pure lust, a sexy smirk on his face. “You did so well. How did that feel?”
“What are you doing to me?” I huff out a laugh. My god, what is he doing to me? First, I’m letting him command me in my office no less, and then I’m having a spontaneous orgasm from the sound of his voice, his dirty words, and sucking him off.
“Are you okay?” My legs wobble slightly from the angle or the orgasm, I’m not sure, but I cling to him as he helps me off the floor. I nod, still speechless from the entire experience. “Are yousure? I called you some names we’ve never used before and was pretty rough.”
Only this man could be completely relentless and domineering during sex and then reassuringly gentle the next.
“I’m sure. I, um, I kinda liked it.” I hide my face in his chest not ready to fully embrace the confession, but I should’ve known he won’t let it go.
“Yeah? Was it me calling you a little slut or the idea that someone could see us that turned you on?”
“Chase,” I moan into his neck as he takes my ass in his palms.
“I think you liked both. My sexy girl secretly likes when I call her a slut. The idea of someone walking in or looking in through a window as you choked on my cock was just an added bonus to take you over the edge.”
“Oh my god, can we not?” My cheeks feel hot at my embarrassment. Only this man could take me from turned on to a blushing, shy girl in a minute, and I love him for it.
Her embarrassment is adorable. This woman never ceases to surprise me. One minute she’s the vixen I met in the beach bar on her knees for me, milking me for everything I’m worth while she gets off and the next, she’s hiding her face in my chest.
“Oh, we most certainly are.” I wrap a hand around the back of her neck, tugging on the hair at her nape until she tilts her head back to look at me. “Watching you like that, seeing you come without touching yourself, without me touching you. So. Fucking. Hot,” I say, punctuating the words. She seriously blew my mind. It’s why I’m still hard.
“What are you doing?” she asks when I pull her skirt over her hips with my other hand.
“It’s my turn.”
“Wha—”
Releasing my hold of her hair, I grip her hips and spin her toward the desk, cutting her off.
“It’s my turn to clean up my mess.” I try to push her upper body onto the hard surface, but she bucks against me.
“Not on my desk. It would take too long to clean up these papers and I don’t have time for that.” My silly, logical girl—always thinking. Looking around her office, I survey our options. I need a taste of her like I need my next breath. I’m not leaving here until she comes again and I can fuck her properly.
“Go to the chair.” I tip my head to one of thevisitor chairs positioned in a small seating area on the opposite side of the office.
“By the window?” She blanches but starts walking. Yeah, she likes it. I grab the condom I stashed in my wallet before following her.
“Let’s test the theory. See if the thought of someone looking up here gets you off on my tongue faster.”
She stops in front of the chair, waiting on me to tell her how I want her while securing her hair into a high ponytail. Fuck, I love this woman. Thank god the door is locked and you can’t see in these windows from the outside. They’d get a perfect view of her black lace thong accentuating her peach-shaped ass and me walking across the office with my cock standing at attention.
“Chase?” She brings me back to the present with a hand on my chest.
“Turn around and climb onto the chair. Legs on the arms, hands on the back.” She glances over her shoulder at the chair then back at me. “Do it, Princess. Climb up there and show me how drenched your pussy is for me.” I groan when she turns and yanks her skirt higher then dips her fingers into the band of her thong. Torturing me as she bends at the hips and lowers it to the floor. Adding insult to injury, she peeks back at me with a devilish smirk. I rip my shirt off, knocking the hat to the floor.
“Leave your hat on,” she says teasing me with a glimpse of her bare pussy. I slap her ass, eliciting a squeal from her and put the hat on backwards.
She steps out of the thong one leg at a time by crawling onto the chair, positioning her right leg then her left on the arms, still wearing her black heels. When she grips the back of the chair, she arches her back, presenting me with her pretty pussy. “Like this?” She looks back at me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect. I wish I could take a picture of you like this. The only thing better would be if I could see those tits.” She lets go of the back of the chair, fully kneeling on the arms and starts unbuttoning her blouse. I track her every move. Theflick of her fingers undoing the first, then the second, revealing her matching black lace bra. The lingerie she wears under her business clothes is sinful in the best ways.
“Do it,” she whispers, finishing the last button and dropping the shirt off her shoulders. It falls to the floor on top of her thong. Her hands reach for the clasp of her bra, but I stop her by molding myself to her back.
