A soft, grateful groan escapes my chest, and my licks and sucks turn gentle, savoring her every twitch as my tongue swipes her too sensitive clit.
When she tries to escape the overwhelming sensation, a possessive, animalistic growl freezes her in place.
"Cormac," she whines. "It's— it's too much."
A chuckle shakes my chest, "Sorry, baby, I'm not done yet."
"Not done?" she asks through gritted teeth.
"Nah," I lick her opening again, swallowing her magnificence. "The first one was for you. This one is for me."
Nothinghas ever been better than having my face between Brigit’s legs, hearing her scream my name. I haven’t had my fill of her yet, but making her fall apart again, tasting her orgasm as she drowns me with it, is gonna make me cum in my fucking pants.
I know this is sick and depraved, doing this at my place of business, but,Jesus,I can't help myself.
Desperately, I unzip my pants and shove them and my boxer briefs down far enough to free my aching dick, immediately wrapping a hand around it.
Doubling my efforts on Brigit's pussy, I bury my tongue inside her, using one of my thumbs to rub tight circles on her clit and the other to drag through the precum gathering at my tip.
"Wrap those legs around my head, Brig," I mumble desperately into her skin. "Suffocate me with them."
Yes.Just like that. So good, so obedient.
I fuck her with my tongue and work my cock at the same time, grunting and groaning, losing myself in her sounds and taste, the orgasm rapidly building in my balls as she starts writhing on me, loud cries of her pleasure bouncing off the walls.
I can't stop the borderline pathetic noises I'm burying into her body, my dick throbbing with how badly I need this.
Fuck. I'm gonna make a mess.
I grab the closest thing I can find to come into, still sucking on her clit and jerking myself off with my other hand.
When another screaming orgasm barrels through Brigit, she takes me right with her, hot ropes of cum spilling into the glass she was using.
My whole body breaks out in goosebumps as it keeps pulsing out of me, the high so powerful my fucking spine tingles.
When my hips stop jerking and I feel the slightest relief, I ease my mouth off of Brigit, resting my head on her inner thigh to catch my breath.
She sighs, lying boneless on the table.
And I just watch. Like a creep. Seeing her body drag in heavy breaths and slowly relax.
Only mildly disgusted at myself, I set the cum cup on the table, as far from Brigit as I can get it, tucking myself back into my pants.
On weak legs, I stand, leaning over Brigit to kiss her thrumming pulse, gently pulling her upright and then to her feet, fixing her skirt to the best of my abilities.
She stares at me with glassy eyes, letting me readjust her clothing without objection.
"You okay?" I finally ask when she doesn't speak for a few minutes.
She nods, then blinks a few times like she's waking from a dream. "Did you just jizz into my glass?"
"I did, yeah," I can't bring myself to look at the cup in question. “Just tasting you was about to make me cum in my fucking pants.”
A blushing, shy laugh takes over her face, and I can't bring myself to give a shit about the cum cup anymore, just grateful to be in the presence of her when she's so free like this.
"Ummm," I chuckle, "I'm gonna go dispose ofthat, and then I'll get you afreshglass so you can keep taste testing?"
She bites her lower lip, holding back a sly laugh, "Sure."
