Still no answer.
The room was piled with boxes and old hospital equipment.
“I think we’re clear,” he whispered, closing the door behind him.
I pushed him against the wall and dropped to my knees. Before he could say another word, I unzipped his pants, dipped my hand inside, and withdrew his cock.
“It’s so hard,” I murmured, looking up at his face as I piled my hair into a messy bun.
“What’re you doing?” His eyes widened in shock.
“Shut up.” I took his cock in my hand and began stroking it.
“Oh, my God,” he groaned, his hand finding the back of my head, not pushing. Just resting.
I swirled my tongue around the crown before taking him back in. His face contorted in pleasure, his fingers massaging my scalp. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked, working him with hands and mouth together.
His hips bucked involuntarily, his jaw slacking. I looked up at his face through my lashes, my head bobbing in and out. He took a handful of my hair, his shaft driving deeper into my throat until my eyes watered.
I choked on his cock, the slick, wet sounds of my mouth filling the silence between us. A loud gasp escaped me when he pulled out, saliva dripping from my chin. I took him again, looking up at his face while my tongue traced the underside of his clean shaft.
“Fuck, that feels so good.”
I moaned around him, feeling his thighs trembling beneath my palm.
“Just like that, yes,” he groaned, his shaft hitting the back of my throat.
A long thread of saliva lingered on my lower lip, and I didn’t bother wiping it.
“So nasty,” he growled, pressing my face into his groin.
I gripped his thighs for support, my glassy eyes boring into his. He pulled out again, and I gasped for air, refusing to break eye contact.
“Come here.” He helped me up, pressing my chest against the wall.
“Yeah, give it to me, Daddy,” I moaned after he lifted the hem of my skirt.
He yanked my panties down to my knees and slid inside me with a single thrust. My eyes widened in response, palms flat on the wall.
His hands were steady on my waist as he began driving into me with relentless strokes. He quickened his pace by the second, his groin slapping against my ass.
“Fuck, yes!” he growled, hitting me so hard from behind that my knees quaked.
The room smelled of my want, raw and unfiltered as he plunged into me, each thrust deeper than the last.
He rammed my pussy harder and faster, the sound of his ragged breathing filling the air. He tugged at my hair while spanking my ass. The adrenaline, the fear of getting caught, and the sweetness of his cock were overwhelming.
Soon, he announced his arrival with a broken voice. “Fuck, I’m coming!”
“Give it to me,” I replied desperately.
“Where do you want it?”
“In my mouth.”
He pulled out, and I turned around, then dropped to my knees immediately.
“Come in my mouth, Daddy,” I said, basking in the look of pleasure on his face.
