“I don’t think you understand. I mean what I say,” I barked to the men on the phone. I took Kara’s other nipple in my fingers, pinching it and tugging it so that it matched the other, both nipples aroused and straining from my touch. Kara bit her lower lip and a soft sound came from her throat, needy. Pointing at her notes, I whispered, “Make sure they’re neat.”
She squirmed in her chair and I wondered how wet she was getting, no panties, showing her tits to me. My sweet Kara, so pretty and so nasty.
On the phone, I called the shots, the alpha male, the prick. I owned this deal. I knew I did. They knew it, too. The guy caved. He agreed to my terms, signing an e-document before we even got off the phone. And that was how you got things done.
Shutting down the phone, I turned to Kara.
“Read back the transcript. Now.”
She shook slightly as she held the pad between her fingers. Good. I wanted her nervous, aroused, anticipating, feeling that adrenaline surge when you stood up in front of class and read your paper aloud. If she messed up, she’d get in big trouble. She began reading her notes back with a tremor in her voice.
“Bring your chair closer,” I told her, gruff, pointing between my thighs. “Here.” She stood and slid her chair closer, right between my legs. “Now pull your skirt up before you sit. I want to see if you were a good girl and dressed like I told you.”
Biting her lip, she gathered the sides of her neat, gray pencil skirt in her fists and then drew them up her silky thighs. She brought the fabric up right to the start of her pussy, then sat down with her legs slightly parted.
Naked, I could see now, her sex bare and glistening and already ready for me. Just how I wanted her, my Kara.
“Read,” I ordered. A few tendrils escaped her bun as she began reading back the notes she’d taken, her large breasts exposed and heaving. Her hands shook as she held the pad of paper.
“That’s right. No mistakes,” I told her. Slowly, I reached over and traced my fingers up her thighs all the way up to her sex. As I first touched her, drawing two fingers along the outside of her wet pussy lips, her eyes closed and she tilted her head back. Her milky throat exposed, her mouth parted with a moan.
I withdrew my fingers and pinched a nipple hard in reprimand. “I said read. No mistakes.”
Her eyes opened again, her breathing becoming a pant as she resumed her secretarial position to read back the notes, keeping the pad down so I could see every inch of her thrust-out breasts. But she opened her legs a fraction more and I let her. She wanted to give me more access.
As her voice began again, I brought my fingers back to touch and stroke her sex, so wet for me, so sweet and hot. I parted her folds and found her bud, stroking it, circling it, drawing out her honey. She kept reading and I began to finger-fuck her, forcing my two fingers up deep inside of her, then drawing them out slowly. She bit back a moan and kept reading, doing as she’d been told.
“Good girl,” I praised her, plunging my fingers up inside her, deep. She whimpered in response and I could tell she was already getting close.
Fingers out, I drew back. “Pour me some water.”
Slowly catching her breath, she drew her legs closed, her eyes half-lidded.
“Over there.” I looked over at the wet bar.
She put the pad of paper down on my desk, stood and began to pull her skirt down again.
“Stop.” I kept my gaze focused on her pussy lips, slick and glistening and still begging for my touch. “Keep the skirt up.”
Perched on her stiletto heels, she walked over to the wet bar and pulled out a glass. Her ass peeked out in the back, underneath where she’d raised her skirt, the soft curves of her cheeks teasing me.
“Fill the pitcher and bring it over here.” I wanted her closer to me again, by my side while she served me.
The sight of her walking back in those heels, skirt forced up, shirt opened, breasts spilling over her bra sent me into overdrive. I gripped the arm of my chair, watching the way her hard nipples bounced as she walked. Soon I’d have them in my mouth.
“Here,” I motioned to my desk. She placed the glass down. “Now pour me some water.” As she bent to serve me, her breasts overflowing, I brought my hands to her needy nipples and stroked. “Don’t spill,” I warned her as I gave them each a twist. She sucked in her breath and bit her lip, but she didn’t spill a drop.
I brought my other hand to her still-exposed pussy. Dripping wet now, I slid my fingers into her sex and began to stroke. She brought her hand to the desk to steady herself and bucked into my touch, working to get more contact. She needed to come. I loved her like this, desperate and panting, eyes closed, lips parted, thinking of nothing but my hands on her and the building, pulsing pleasure coursing through her system. I owned her right now, but the truth was she owned me as well. I couldn’t even look away from her, bringing her so close, about to come.
My phone rang. I took my fingers out and licked them while it got to the third ring, her eyes glazed and heavy as she drank in my intimacy.
The seller had called back. He was having last-minute reservations. Stern and sure, I walked him through why this transaction was going to happen as arranged.
Pointing down between my legs, I looked at Kara. She knelt right where I’d directed her. Unsure, she brought her hands to my inner thighs, then up to my zipper. Our gazes locked and I nodded yes, this was what I wanted.
Eager, she unbuttoned my pants, unzipped my fly and brought her hands to my briefs, pulling them down. My prick sprang out, thick and swollen, veins pressing along the side, a pearl of pre-come at the tip of my crown. With a soft sound of satisfaction, she brought her pink tongue to it and swirled the tip, tasting me. Closing her eyes, she murmured, “Mmmm.”
I wasn’t going to last long, I could tell. Fisting my hand in her hair, I brought her hot, wet mouth down on my long, steel cock. She took me in, deep, far down her throat, sucking and bobbing her head as I forced her down along my length. It felt so good, so tight and wet.
The seller went for it, signed off this time for good. I ended the call.
Both hands in her hair, I thrust my hips up into her face, rough, hard, demanding. This wasn’t a slow lesson in teaching her to suck cock the way I liked it, this was fucking her face, making her work for me. She made deep noises of pleasure and I could feel her mewls deep in her throat against my shaft.
“I’m coming, Kara,” I growled, going down deep into her throat. She looked up and met my eyes, her plump pink lips wrapped around my huge, engorged cock, a look of immense pleasure on her beautiful face. That did it for me. My hot come shot out deep down her throat, spurting out in waves. She sucked it all down, her hands up to either side of my hips, holding me like she couldn’t get enough of my come. She stayed on my cock like that, sucking every last drop, until I collapsed back into the chair, spent. Then she sank back on her heels, still kneeling, licking her lips to get every last taste of me. Her bun had come loose from my fists and her hair now spun out around her like golden silk.
“Kara.” It was all I could get out, a hoarse grunt. This girl killed me, so sweetly gorgeous and so nasty all at once. I’d come so hard, but I wasn’t done yet. Not with her.
“Declan,” she purred between my legs, resting her contented face against my inner thigh. “Mmmm,” she sighed. I stroked her neck, traced her ear, caressed her shoulder. Her breasts still sprang out from her shirt, exposed. Bringing a hand down, I scooped her flesh in my palm. She sat up, kneeling between my legs again, giving me full access to both breasts.
Looking down at her, I unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her shirt, then slipped it down off of her. As much as I liked the sight of her forced up and out of the bra, I wanted it off. I wanted nothing between us. I unclasped it and threw it to the ground. Now she kneeled before me, her huge tits out, her small waist narrowing in below them, the perfect playmate.
Hands up, giving her breasts attention, I looked her in the eyes. “Kara, baby?” She gazed
up at me, contented and trusting. “Did that make you wet? Sucking me off while I was on my call?”