“Fuck,” she pants, lifting her hips and grinding against my face and my hand. “You know I love when you do that.”
I smile and continue finger-fucking her while devouring her clit. I’m quite aware of what gets my girl off quickly. I’ve made it my life’s mission to know. We’re absent from her party, so I need to make her come fast and hard before someone realizes we’re both missing.
Working her over, I revel in her taste, trying to ignore the pulsing in my pants. I brought her in here to take care ofher, not me. Though I do get enjoyment from going down on Jordie. She’s better than the finest wine.
It doesn’t take long before she’s chanting my name, leaning back on one hand while the other twists in my hair. “Phoenix, oh my god, Phoenix. I’m so close.”
My tongue flicks faster and my hand moves harder as I wrench an orgasm from her body. Her legs try to close around my head, but I shove them back open, eating her like she’s my own all-you-can-eat buffet. Jordie’s lips clamp together and she does some kind of closed-mouth scream as her taste floods my mouth.
The tip of her blonde hair brushes the surface of the desk when shetilts her head back and pumps against my face. I pull out my fingers and lap softly at her, just the way she likes it when she’s finishing.
When she flops onto her back with a huge smile on her face, I feel strangely satisfied. At least above the waist. The parts down south are in complete anarchy, but I tamp down my own desire as I place a final soft kiss on her pussy. The flesh is reddened from my stubble burn.
I rise and lean over her, my hands on either side of her head. “I have to say, goddess, Super Bowl pussy tastes even better than regular pussy.”
She tilts her head back and laughs before grabbing my head and kissing me hard on the mouth. When she licks her lips, tasting her own arousal, my cock gives a hard jerk against the inside of her thigh.
Jordie waggles her eyebrows suggestively. “Does my favorite penis need some attention?”
“No, baby this was all for you,” I say, and that very penis stages a riot behind my zipper, pulsing against the inside of her leg.
Her mouth twists to the side apprehensively as she reaches down to cup me. “I don’t know. He’s pretty hard and awfully throbby.”
“We have to get back,” I argue. “This is your party.”
Jordie pushes me back and stands, reaching for my belt. “It is my party, so I think I’m gonna pull rank here and suck your dick.”
Fuck, I’m trying to be good here, but she makes it very hard. Pun intended.
“Jordie…”
“You’ll probably want to lean back against the desk because I’m about to make your knees weak, big guy.”
My pants are unbuttoned and my zipper down now, and I’m finding it hard to resist her, especially when she drags her short fingernails down my length over my boxer briefs, which seem to have shrunk about five sizes.
But I give it one more try. “We don’t have any tissues or anything in here.”
Jordie drops to her knees and looks up at me. “Then I guess I’ll have to swallow every drop of you.”
Fuck me. Resistance is futile, so I lean my ass on the desk andspread my legs, cupping her chin with my hand. “Spill a single drop, and I’ll tie you to my bed tonight and fuck you until you can’t breathe.”
Her responding smile is like a cat who just caught a particularly juicy canary. I remove my jacket and fold it before wedging it beneath her knees.
Jordie looks up at me with her big, crystalline eyes. “You know you don’t have to do that every time.”
I lean down and kiss her softly. “Jordie, you are my perfect goddess, and I will treat you as such, even when my cock is in your mouth.”
She giggles. “That started off really romantic, and then you veered off into your usual filthy self.”
“I like to be consistent. Now would you please suck me off before my balls explode?”
“Hold my hair back,” she directs.
When I gather her hair and lift it from her neck, the scent of fresh apples meets my nose, my new favorite scent in the world. Jordie reaches into my briefs and pulls out my erection, her long, slim fingers wrapping around the shaft. I groan when she laps the slick wetness from my head, digging the tip of her tongue into the slit.
“Just warning you, baby. This isn’t going to take long,” I tell her. She seems to take that as a personal challenge to see how quickly she can make me come.
Two minutes. That’s how long it takes of Jordie bobbing her head, running her tongue over the underside of my dick, and sucking like the fate of the world depends on her ability to mimic a motherfucking vacuum cleaner.
