it, baby,” I grind out. “Fuck…” I hiss when
I feel my balls tighten. I push my hips one more time when I feel my release in
the back of her throat, and I hold her head steady. Once I release her, she
pulls away quickly, opening her mouth and breathing heavily.
I want more!
Watching her restrain herself last night was a
fucking turn on. I could have just sat there in that chair for hours and
watched as she moaned and wiggled while waiting for me to take her. To do with
her whatever I pleased. I didn’t make her wait long though. My downfall is that
I’m impatient when it comes to her. Especially when she’s naked and says the
word please . Gets me every time. Maybe I should gag her. Now there’s an
idea. Maybe we’ll try that eventually.
I reach down and pull her to stand quickly and
shove her back against the wall next to my desk, smashing her restrained arms
between her and the wall. She lets out a strangled cry from my force. I need to
feel her come. I need to bring her pleasure like she just brought me.
I place my hands down on her thighs and lift up her
pencil skirt to where it rests around her waist. I rip her panties off not
wanting to deal with that annoying piece of fabric that just gets in my fucking
way. I slowly push a finger into her.
“You’re so wet, baby.” I lean my head down to the
crook of her neck taking in a deep breath. “Does sucking my cock make you wet?”
I whisper making her shiver.
I start to move it in and out before I add another
one.
“Yes,” she answers, letting her head fall back
against the wall, her lips parted and breaths coming quicker and quicker.
I chuckle. “You like being on your knees as I use
your mouth,” I say as I kiss up her exposed chest and neck.
“Yes,” she whimpers once again.
“Why is that, Angel?” I growl getting turned on by
her confession. I know she likes giving it as much as I like taking it.
“Ahh.” She cries out as my fingers continue to move
in and out of her wet pussy.
Growling I say, “Answer me.”
“Because I’m yours.” She swallows. “To use however
you want,” she pants.
I moan at those words. Nothing makes a man feel
more powerful than his woman telling him that she is his to do with whatever he
wants, whenever he wants.
“You are mine,” I say clenching my jaw and getting
more forceful with my fingers.
She takes in a few deep breaths as her body
stiffens and her orgasm rocks her, making her sway. I wrap an arm around her
tightly, keeping her up as I continue to milk her pussy for all it has. I know
how hard she can come, and I fucking want it.
She comes loudly, not caring who can hear her, and
neither do I. Let them know what I do this to woman.
I place her in my office chair, knowing she can’t
stand on her shaking legs and those skinny heels she wears. Reaching behind her
I undo my tie that still restricts her hands. Once done, I kneel down in front
of her and set her hands in her lap as I gently rub her wrists.
I watch her parted lips as she sucks in breath after
breath. Her chest rises and falls fast, her bra pulled down giving me a look at
her hard nipples. She has her head resting back against the chair, and her eyes
are still closed. I can feel her legs still shaking against me from her orgasm.
I release her wrists and place my hand in her hair
and pull her head down to face me. She opens her heavy eyes, and she looks like
she’s in some trance. I smirk, basking in the state I have brought her to.
I continue to kneel in front of her silently
letting her get her body back under control. When she can finally breathe
normal again she speaks.
“What has gotten into you?” she asks with a soft
smile.
What did get into me? “I’m pretty sure it
was you calling me sir,” I say honestly.
She gives a little laugh.
“No, really. It was hot,” I remark honestly.
She playfully slaps me on the chest. “Where
Blake Crouch, Douglas Walker