Until suddenly, he’s pulling me off him and shooting up from the chair, his large hand replacing mine around his cock, fisting tightly.
“Open,” he grunts with his eyes wild. “Tongue out, baby.”
I blink, sitting back on my haunches, and do as I’m told, opening my mouth for him and sticking my tongue out.
He’s fighting to keep his eyes open as he roughly strokes his cock, a guttural groan tearing free from his chest, long and drawn out as he explodes.
With each stroke, he spills his cum into my mouth, covering my tongue with it until I feel it dripping out of the corners, coating my chin and lips.
“Hold it there, baby.” His hungry gaze snags on mine. “You look so goddamn pretty with my cum filling your mouth.”
I sway slightly on my knees from how unbelievably hot this is, but I follow the directions and keep his cum on my tongue where he can see it.
It’s salty and tangy. Not at all unpleasant.
Because it tastes likeWilder.
I’m trembling when he presses his middle and ring fingers onto the tip of my tongue, then slowly pushes his cum and fingers down to the back of my throat until I gag around them.
His cock twitches, still half-hard from my mouth, or maybe he’s just already hard again, doing something so… dirty and obscene.
If he flipped my dress up right now, he’d see how wet I am.
How turned on I am by all of this.
“You like swallowing my cum, baby?”
I nod around his fingers, and his eyes darken impossibly. “That’s because you’re my bad girl, huh? You fucking love getting dirty for me.”
Again, I nod.
I’m past the point of caring, past any point of reason.
I slip my hand between my thighs and dip my fingers into the front of my panties to where I’m wet and slippery. I rub my clit in circles, a moan spilling out of me at finally, God, finally having some relief.
Wilder’s eyes flash down to where I’m touching myself, and he slips his fingers out of my mouth.
He hums. “Do you need my cock in there? Need me to fill that tight little pussy and make it better?”
He has no idea how needy I feel right now.
I’m tempted to push him down on the floor and impale myself on his cock within seconds.
Especially if he keeps talking like this.
I don’t pause, rubbing my clit furiously, desperate in a way I don’t think I’ve ever been.
But then, in a blink, Wilder’s hauling me up from the ground, careful not to hit my head against his desk, before I find myself turned around and bent over the top of it.
I have no idea where his laptop or any of the things on top of it went, but I assume they’re on the floor now.
A loud whine bursts through my lips when he flexes his hips against my ass, and I feel how hard he is.
Cool air kisses my skin as he flips my dress up, the wetness between my legs now exposed, and I can’t stop the shiver that travels a path down my spine.
“Just look at you. Goddamnit.”
His calloused palms run along the outside of my thighs and over my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading them roughly.
