His eye twitched. “Don’t make me say it again, otherwise you’ll never get what you want. And trust me, I know exactly what you want.”
I stared deeply into his eyes and wondered if that were true. Did he really know what I wanted from him? Did he really know what I craved, deep down inside? A grin spread across his face as he grabbed the arms of his chair and pulled me closer. So close, in fact, that the tip of his dick bounced against my lower lip.
And while I knew I needed to push him away and run straight to H.R., what I wanted was the complete opposite.
I wanted him to ruin me for all other men to come.
“Now, Miss Loren.”
I parted my lips and wrapped them around the tip of his cock and the hiss that fell from his lips filled me with happiness. I wrapped my hand around the base of him, pumping as he slid all the way to the back of my throat. He tasted divine; like the salted ocean mixed with something fruity. And as I hollowed out my cheeks, his grip on my hair tightened.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned.
I bobbed as quickly as possible while I watched his facial expressions. He gazed down at me before his face started contorting into unrelenting pleasure, forcing his eyes shut. Pride swelled in my chest. I took my free hand and started playing with his balls as droplets of precum continued to bombard my tongue. I swallowed him down, choking on his girth as he held me there before pulling my head back.
And as he fucked my face, I wondered if this was the start of something beautiful.
“Jesus Christ, Becca. Damn it.”
I moaned around his thickness, causing his balls to jump. He bucked against my face over and over again, seeking more warm friction as my throat tightened around him. He threaded his fingers through my curled tendrils that had taken me over an hour to do this morning, and as I felt my mascara streaking my face, I’d never felt more alive in all my life.
But, before he exploded down the back of my throat, he pulled me away.
“Wait, wait, wait. I’m not done,” I said breathlessly.
He pulled me up to my feet before he stroked his dick. “Pull out those tits.”
I blinked. “Huh?”
He tapped my face lightly. “Come on, Becks. Pull out those tits and let me mark them.”
I scrambled to get them out of my dress as I watched his teeth bare down. He growled and groaned, stroking his cock faster and faster. It throbbed to painful girths as his veins bulged with excitement. My head swirled with a need for more and my clit begged me for attention as he settled his dick on the shelf that was my bosom. And as a growl so deep and so guttural rattled my ribcage I watched his arousal explode from his tip.
Before coating my cleavage with his mark.
26
Jospeh
My vision wentblank as my body teetered.
Threads of cum spurted from the tip of my cock, and all I felt were Becca’s warm, massive tits cradling my erection. I reached my hand out and pressed it against my desk, holding myself steady as I caught my breath.
Holy shit, I’d never come so hard in all my life.
“Um, Joseph?”
I didn’t even care about the name anymore. “Yeah?”
“Do you have any tissues around?”
I grinned. “Oh, you won’t need those.”
“Huh?”
My eyes slowly opened, and I straightened my back. “Rub it in.”
Her eyes widened. “You want me to…?”
