“Oh God, oh God, oh God. Dominic!”
That’s right. Keep going, angel.
“S–something’s happening to me!”
I slip two fingers inside, and her juicy cunt squeezes down on them so tightly I couldn’t pull them out if I wanted.
So hot. So slippery. Impossibly snug, silky walls. The thought of my cock stretching its way through them has me right on the edge.
“You’re going to come, angel,” I tell her, withdrawing my mouth briefly. “That’s what that is. Go with it. Come on my tongue.”
I curl my fingers up and find her G-spot. Her legs start quaking, and she cries out into her fist. I work her harder and faster, stroking and pressing, while my lips return to her clit, sucking and flicking.
Then I flatten out into broad, heavy licks that drag across the entire swollen little bud.
Watching her writhe and moan is like staring at a masterpiece.
“Please, sir, please…”
She doesn’t even know what she’s saying—what she’s begging for. But she’s about to find out.
I fuck her with my fingers and eat her clit with no mercy. Her body trembles, then her hips buck up and slam down, violentlyshaking my desk. Her thighs clamp around my head like a vise, and her heels dig into my back.
But I don’t care. I don’t even feel the pain.
All I hear are the sounds she’s making now—words that aren’t words. High, broken mumbles that sound vaguely like my name.
Her pussy drenches my chin. Her juices drip down my wrist.
“Come.” I somehow manage to growl into her. It’s a command. “Come for me. Now.”
Her back bows so hard it nearly snaps. Her mouth opens in a silent scream. Then a moan tears out of her, bouncing off the walls of my office.
Her tiny, virgin cunt spasms around my fingers, and a gush of wetness floods my lips and palm. I drink from her, lapping at every single delicious wave, making it last until she’s shaking so hard I’m sure my desk is about to collapse.
Then I ease her down, slowing my licks. Making them gentle.
I kiss the insides of her thighs, her adorable mound, the creases of her hips. When I look up, I see she’s crying. But not from pain. Not from fright. From the overwhelming sensations of something she didn’t even know her body could do.
When I stand, I see that my cock is flushed red and dripping, standing out so stiff it hurts. I take it in my fist and start stroking, staring down at her spread wide open on my desk, wrecked and glowing, tears spilling from her eyes.
Arms shaking, she sits up and pushes my hand away.
“No, let me.” She doesn’t have the finesse yet, but she doesn’t need it. I’m so turned on by her that all I need is her touch. She pumps and twists my cock the way I taught her minutes ago, letting her forehead press against my chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I want to make you feel the way you made me feel. Tell me what you like.”
You, angel. I like everything you.
“Faster,” I choke. “Twist around the tip. Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
She follows every one of my words, instantly and perfectly. And when I look down at her tiny hands wrapped around my girth—her face plastered with determination—I go over the edge.
I come so hard my knees buckle and nearly give out. My cum streaks across her thighs, her bunched-up skirt, and even the surface of my desk. My head tilts back, and she keeps stroking me through it, milking every single spasm of my monumental release.
And when it’s all over—as the last pulse sweeps through me—she looks up with wide eyes, her hands dripping white like she grabbed a fistful of ice cream.
“Did I earn my panties back, sir?” she asks. There’s a half-innocent gleam in her eyes but something else there too.
A groan comes out of my chest that I’ve never made before—a groan mixed with a laugh. I cup the back of her head and pull her to me, pressing my lips to her hair.
