“All of it,” I said, panting.
She moved her mouth off my cock, gripping the base as she started working me with her hand.
“Have you imagined me like this, under your desk while you have a meeting?” she asked, her eyes locked with mine.
I inhaled sharply, consumed by the image she painted. I imagined pinning her between my legs as she sucked me off in secret. Even after I came in her mouth, I would keep her on my softening cock, sucking me until I grew hard again.
“Fuck. I’m never going to be able to sit at my desk without thinking of you, your pouty lips around my cock, the taste of your slick. Is that what you want? Me to sit in meetings with a fucking hard-on?”
She smiled, her lips stretched around me. I took a chance and thrust harder into her mouth. I hit the back of her throat and she gagged, but when I went to move away, she gripped my legs harder and took me deep again.
That fucking did it.
I erupted, my mouth open in silent ecstasy as Josie swallowed every drop of my cum and then gave my cock a final lick.
She looked up at me, eyes wide and bright, as if seeking my approval.
I leaned down, gripping her face with my hands and pulling her into a hard kiss, uncaring that she still had my taste in her mouth. When we finally broke apart for air, Josie had the sweetest smile on her face.
“Did it live up to your fantasy?”
“Fuck no,” I said, running my hand through my wreck of a hair. “Exceeded it in every way.”
She grinned up at me, and I pulled her onto my lap, cuddling her to my chest.
“Love you, angel. I think I have since the moment I stalked you through the store.”
“You sweet-talker,” she said, rubbing her face along my throat, scent marking me.
All the tension drained from my body as I held her and took a deep inhale of her bright scent. Her mood was infectious and I couldn’t wait to have a straight line to her emotions once we were bonded.
Josie’s chest rose and fell with her breaths. She was absolute perfection. And she was mine.
She wasn’t leaving. Would not abandon me.
I wasn’t sure why the realization was hitting me so hard all of a sudden, but it was as if the last protective barrier I had erected to protect myself from rejection crumbled under the weight of her sweet smile.
Everything felt perfect except… her statement from earlier floated back to me. Had I not made it clear that I wanted to bond her?
“I can’t decide where I want you to mark me,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm but freaking the fuck out inside.
She pulled back, meeting my eyes. “Oh, yeah?” she asked, a smile slowly spreading across her face.
“Definitely somewhere visible,” I said, breathing deeply as she emitted a strong vanilla scent. “But I already know where I want my mark on you.”
“Where?” she asked breathlessly.
“Right here,” I said, running my fingers along the palm of her hand.
Her breath hitched and I panicked, not wanting her to cry again.
“Unless you don’t want that,” I said quickly.
“No, I love it,” she sniffled, throwing her arms around my neck.
“You’re not crying, are you?” I asked, running my hand up and down her back.
“No,” she said as tears trickled down her face.
