The man didn’t need any more ammunition. I’d given him plenty.
He placed my underwear to the side and pointed to his cock.
“Come and sit.”
I was hot, wet, and full of unbridled energy.
“Show me what a good girl you are. Show me how badly you want to ride my cock,” he said, hooking his hands around the back of the couch.
It was an open invitation.
I smiled and moved forward.
I’d ride him so hard that he would remember me at my parents’house.
I climbed onto the couch, my stockings grazing his trousers as I reached behind him to hold the backrest. He moved my dress out of the way as I inched closer.
As soon as I felt his cock against my wet flesh, I moaned and he hissed. The heat between us was like a raging fire that never diminished. His hands moved to my hips as he began to drag me back and forth over his dick.
“Yeah, soak my cock. My dirty little toy,” he growled.
I nodded and rotated my hips. It wasn’t enough. I reached beneath my dress to grip him, guiding him to my hole. The head rested at my opening.
“Fuck yourself on me,” he rasped.“Hard. Bounce up and down on my cock.”
I began to sink down, gasping as he spread me open. There was no friction. I was far too wet.
“Yes. Use that hot little cunt.”
What a filthy fucker.
“Yes, Dr,” I said, staring down at him.
My hands tightened on the couch and I moved. Between my legs and grip, my rhythm was strong and steady. It reminded me of the gliding seat upstairs. Only it wasn’t a plastic dick fucking me. It was Maddox and his perfect cock.
He dragged my straps down my arms and peeled away my bra to free my breasts. The material pushed my tits up and they began to bounce with my rhythm.
“Yeah,” he said, gripping my ass cheeks and slamming me up and down his cock.
We both gasped, panted, and moaned, but then he began to thrust upward. I could feel how deep he was with each downward motion.
“Maddox,” I whimpered.
“It’s okay, Princess. You can come,” he panted.
I nodded.
He was close.
He was dragging me on and off his cock as if I weighed nothing.
I let my head fall back as I moved faster, riding him harder, just the way he’d asked. Up and down. In and out. I couldn’t say that I loved a cock before, but Maddox’s dick must’ve been magical because I loved every inch of it—from the beautifully shaped bulbous head to the tiny freckle or mole close to the base.
His lips captured my nipple and shuddered. He sucked hard and I shattered. I clamped down on his cock as I cried out.
A violent guttural sound echoed in his office.
I continued to pump up and down—small bounces that kept my belly full. The rush was like no other. The ecstasy was nothing compared to my habitual masturbation.
