The way her hips are rocking into her hand, she’s close. Releasing her hair, I grab her jaw, keeping her mouth open so she doesn’t bite off my cock. I almost come from her muffled screams of pleasure as she milks her own orgasm with her fingers.
She gasps for breath as I take my still-hard cock out of her mouth. She’s panting, her eyes still on mine.
“Had enough?” I ask. “Want me to finish it boring old missionary?”
In response, she leans forward and takes the head of my cock in her mouth again, sucking on it. She runs the tip of her pink tongue over the slit then takes it deep in her throat again.
“Shit, Mandy.” I nearly come in her mouth, but I force her away from me.
“He talks a good game. Too bad he can’t deliver.” Her voice is a little rough, and it’s really putting my cock through the ringer.
“You’re going to pay for that.” I sit back in my chair. “Turn around,” I order her. “Take those panties off.”
She bends over, slowly sliding them down, revealing her swollen pink cunt.
The panties aren’t even past her knees before I have my face pressed against the hot slit, lapping at the juices that run down her thighs now that the thin lace of the panties isn’t there to stop it. She gasps and wiggles her ass against me as I lick her.
I slap her ass. “I can’t decide if I want to come on your tits or your pussy.”
She kicks off the panties. Now she’s free to spread her legs for me. I give her clit one teasing lick then pull her back so she’s sitting on my lap, her legs spread. I hiss as the wet heat of her pussy connects with my cock.
She feels it too.
“Yeah, work your pussy on my cock.” I pinch and tease and knead her tits as she grinds back on my cock, seeking the pleasure she craves. Her hot juices run over my thick cock, coating the length as she rolls her hips.
Using the desk to support her hands, she shifts forward, trying to rub her clit on my cock. The needy little moans she makes are going straight to my dick. I grit my teeth, not ready to come yet, not wanting it to end.
“I need your cock. I need to feel your cock in my tight little cunt,” she chants. “I’ve been a good girl, Mr. Svensson.” Shit, she’s really sending me close to the edge.
Her clit finally finds the angle she needs, then her pussy lips clench around the length of my cock. I grunt as she comes on me.
“I know you’re going to feel so good in my pussy,” she whimpers.
Before I lose it, I stand, pushing her forward face down onto the desk. She spreads her legs for me. Using two fingers, she spreads her cheeks, giving me the money shot. My balls tighten, then I blow my load.
“You feel that?” I grunt as my hot white cum shoots all over the pink rosebud, dripping down her pussy, coating her thighs.
She moans low in her throat and sprawls on the huge wooden desk. Before she can catch her breath, I slide my fingers through the wetness of her slit. Holding her hips down, I slide a cum-lubed finger in her ass. She forces out acurse as I work the finger inside of her, then a little cry as I add another and another. Moaning, she strains against me as the fingers of one hand work inside her while the other hand rubs her swollen clit.
It doesn’t take much before she’s coming on my hand, her curvy, cum-slick thighs shuddering.
I’m hard again.
I want her. I want to claim her, make her mine, dominate her, have her at my mercy.
Before I know what I’m doing, I have her wrists trapped in my hand, and I slam the belt on the table. She bucks against me.
“Fight me. It’s more fun if you fight, my little prisoner.” I kiss her neck. “You’re the one,” I remind her, tilting her head back to look at me, “who wanted me to treat her like my own little plaything, who wanted to let me use her pussy however I want and engage in my deepest, darkest fantasies.”
There’s... Is that fear in her eyes? Apprehension? Immediately, I release her, zip up my pants.
“Salinger?”
“I told you,” I say to her reflection in the window, turning my back to her. “I didn’t bring you here to fuck—I brought you here to keep you safe.”
“Right.” She chokes out the word then grabs her laptop and flees.
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