I feel empowered by the effect I have on him.
“Like what you see?” I murmur, seductive and intense.
His fingers grip my wrist, dragging me up the hallway into the dining room. Pulling out a chair, he sits, then jerks his head to another chair. “I want you to put your foot on the seat, spread those pretty pussy lips for me, and show me the prize inside.”
Before I can protest, he barks, “Do it.” A million lightning bugs spiral through my body at his harsh command. I’m fucking crazy turned on and know I’ll be soaked for him.
I lift my foot, turning my knee to prop my leg for him, giving him a clear view of my lips parting.
Reaching out, he brushes the pad of his finger through my folds. We both groan our appreciation on contact.
“You feel like wet silk, Red,” he growls. “Touch yourself. Show me how you like to finger fuck that sexy cunt of yours.”
My leg threatens to give out from his words sending jolts of pleasure through me.
“Be my dirty little slut, Red,” he demands. “Fuck that pussy for me.”
I tentatively slip my hand between the apex of my thighs, teasing us both, caressing the slit before two fingers find the sopping wet hole and move inside. I crush the heel of my palm against the hood of my clit, pushing down hard and thrusting my fingers. I’m so fucking soaked, the sounds make my cheeks heat.
“Look how wet you are, little slut, your cunt is begging for my dick. Tell me you want to be fucked.”
“No,” I breathe, almost coming all over myself.
“Your pussy is telling me otherwise. Listen to your juicy cunt, all swollen and dripping,” he taunts.
His fat erection punishes the zipper of his slacks. I ache to taste him, touch, feel it spreading me open, fucking me painfully rough. I need him to take over, to spread me out on the table and take his feast.
“Look what you’re doing to me,” he groans, rubbing a palm down his slacks.
“I want to see you,” I moan, a sheen of sweat breaking over my flesh as I find a rhythm that’s going to take me over the edge.
“I’m right here.” He smirks.
“Bare,” I tell him.
Tilting his head with a smug smile on his lips, he goads me, “If you want something, take it.”
I do want it.
I’ve never wanted anything more.
Boldly, I slip my fingers from my folds and hold his gaze as I drop my leg and stalk the couple steps to him. His eyes study me, waiting, watching, daring. I got this. He makes me feel like a fucking queen, and I am one. Dropping to my knees before him, I roughly grab his knees and shove them apart, making him chuckle. He won’t be laughing for long. I dance my fingers up his leg, wiping my scent on his slacks, marking my territory. I fuck him with my eyes as I do, biting on my bottom lip. He shifts in his seat, the lust burning bright in his stare.
Reaching for his zipper, I drag it down. A little gasp leaves my lungs when I see just how big his bulge is. It felt big pushed against me in his office, but seeing it is entirely different. Gripping a hold of his waistband, I tug down his slacks and boxers in one sweep. His cock bounces up in welcome. I pucker my lips and kiss my way up the thick, veiny length of him until I get to his delicious tip, licking the pre-cum from his little slit. Taking his balls in my hand, I gently massage them, feeling him out and learning his body.
Slumping back in his seat, he growls, gripping my hair. “Don’t tease you naughty, little bitch. Open up and take me down your throat.”
I fight back the immense pleasure his words bring me and open up, allowing him to throat fuck me. His girth tests my limits, but he doesn’t let up. His grip tightens as he pistons his hips, making me gag and my eyes stream. I feel his cock pulse over my tongue as I bring him to the edge, slurping and sucking around him.
Suck and tease.
Moan and groan.
I take him all the way to the brink of pleasure and push him off with a well-timed scrape of my teeth along his shaft. Pulling out with a roar, his hot seed spurts from the fat, pink mushroom head in thick ribbons all over my face and chest. I’m in a frenzy of arousal, rubbing his cum into my skin and licking my lips.
“I want your cock inside me,” I tell him, losing all inhibitions.
“You look pretty covered in my cum, Red.”
“Now, fill me up with it,” I dare him, my pussy throbbing for attention.
Pulling me to my feet, he crashes his lips to mine. I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist as he jerks me off the floor, his large hands palming my ass cheeks. Dropping my ass to the table edge, he sucks at my tongue, exploring every inch of my mouth. I want to tilt my hips and slide down his beautiful cock, but all too soon, he pulls away, taps me on the nose, and says, “Night, Red.”