“I’m gonna…”
His fingers went harder, deeper, his tongue flicking against my clit.
A bolt of pleasure shot through me in an electric wave that radiated outward. My back arched off the desk, a silent scream locked in my throat as the climax ripped through me. He didn’t let up, licking and sucking me through the convulsions, drawing out the sensation until it was almost too much, until I was weakly pushing at his head.
He lifted his head. In the darkness, I could hear his ragged breathing and feel the heat of his body between my legs. He slowly slid his fingers from me, bringing his hand to my lips.
“Open up for me, baby,” he purred. “I want you to see what you taste like when I make you cum.” My lips parted, and he slid two fingers into my mouth. My lips closed around his fingers as I sucked, eliciting a low groan from him. He slowly pulled them free, running the wetness over my lip and down my chin.
“Fuck.” My voice was raw as my hands fisted in his shirt. “My turn.”
I shoved him from between my legs and slid off the table. He let himself be guided until the desk hit his thighs.
My fingers trailed down his chest, over the hard planes of his stomach, feeling muscles jump.
I dropped to my knees.
The world narrowed to the line of his body, the thick bulge straining against his pants. I hooked my fingers into his waistband.
“Harlow…”
I didn’t let him finish. I tugged everything down. He sprang free, and I wrapped my hand around his thick cock as I leaned forward, taking him into my mouth.
The sound he made was a punched-out groan. His hands slammed down on the desk behind him. “Fuck.”
I swirled my tongue around his wide head, tasting him. Exploring the throbbing vein underneath and teasing him before I took him deeper until he hit the back of my throat.
I pulled back, licking the sensitive tip. “All for me.”
“All for you.” The words strained. “Fuck, your mouth… it’s fucking perfect.”
I worked him in long, slow strokes, taking him deeper each time.
“You’re teasing me.” His fingers tangled in my hair. Not guiding. Just holding. “Such a fucking tease.”
I smiled around him before I drew him in deeper, holding him there until my eyes watered, before pulling off with a wet pop. “You like it.”
“I love it.” He hissed. “I love that you are on your knees for me.”
His words, filthy and direct, sent a fresh bolt of lightning straight to my core. I dove back down, taking him as deep as I could. His grip in my hair tightened, just shy of painful. The control was shifting, sliding from my eager mouth to his commanding hands.
“I’m close,” he warned. “So fucking close.”
I doubled my efforts, hollowing my cheeks, one hand slipping down to cup him. I massaged gently, and his whole body shuddered.
Then both his hands were in my hair. “I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth now. You took your turn. Now it’s mine.”
I slid my hands to his thighs, bracing myself.
He pulled my head forward as his hips thrust forward, sliding deep into my throat. I relaxed my jaw, letting him set a brutal pace.
“Just like that, baby,” he grunted, movements growing frantic.
The pressure built, and I could taste his impending release.
He tried to pull back, but I didn’t let him.
My hands clenched on his thighs, holding him in place as I surged forward, taking him deeply.
