“Don’t start something we can’t finish, baby,” he says in a rough tone. “It’s already taking everything I have not to take my cock out and make you watch me jerk off.”
I start to wiggle in my seat beside him. How can he work me up with words that should make me mad? I reach back over and grab his cock again through his pants because I have no self-control and want to touch him again. I wanted to feel him against me when I woke this morning. Maybe he’ll let me stroke him to take some of the edge off. We both need it.
“Fuck,” he groans out. “You need to stop this now or there’s no turning back.” He’s saying the words as he’s softly thrusting his cock in my hand. It’s clear he doesn’t want me to stop. The motion makes me jerk his cock. I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. I think that’s his undoing. The next thing I know he’s unzipping his pants and his cock is springing free.
“Is this what you wanted, Delilah? You wanted to see for yourself how hard my cock was for you?” He starts stroking his cock then. My eyes stay locked on him there. He’s big. I’m not sure he could fit in my mouth or anywhere else inside of me, for that matter. That should scare me but it doesn’t. In fact, I edge closer thinking about the challenge of it. The burn I’d feel. His movements get quicker. I watch in awe at each stroke. He looks so freaking handsome. His next words break me from my stupor.
“Take your pants off, Delilah. Spread your legs and show me your pussy while I stroke my cock for you.” His words have me scrambling to get my pants off without question. Wanting him to get off at seeing me.
I sit on the bench seat beside him and spread my legs as he told me to do. I don’t know why his bossiness turns me on, but it does. “Touch your pussy and make yourself come,” he commands. “After I watch you come with my name on your lips, you’re going to come over here and put the tip of the cock that you made so hard in your mouth.” He’s beating his cock so fast now. “You’re going to let me spurt my cum into that sinful mouth of yours.”
I’m strumming my clit so hard at his words that I come shouting his name. I hear him groan. I immediately get down on my knees and put the tip of his cock in my mouth, scared that he’ll come before I can get there. I need to taste him.
“Motherfucker,” he curses. He starts pumping his cock just at the entrance of my mouth. My lips stretch wide around his girth. I try to take more of him but he won’t let me. “Just the tip for now, baby. Just to take the edge off.” He withdraws it from my mouth. I whimper, wanting more of him.
“Let me fuck your mouth.” He takes the tip of his cock and lightly taps my lips so that they open again for him. My tongue comes out to welcome him back and I lick the wetness from his tip. It’s salty but I want more. He tells me to be still and keep my hands to myself. I do as I’m told as he jerks his cock while thrusting in and out of my mouth ever so slightly.
“I’ve wanted my cock in this pretty mouth since yesterday. I think you ran your mouth off hoping I’d make you suck my cock, baby.” I nod my head yes and close my lips around the head of his dick as tight as I can. He picks up the pace of his hand movements and his body suddenly goes rigid. I feel his cum filling my mouth. It’s warm and salty sweet.
“Swallow all of it,” he says. I do as he tells me. I was planning to anyways. I only wanted to taste him a little longer. I pull back, looking at his cock, the head of it still looking angry and erect. I thought they came down afterwards. I watch as a drop of cum peeks out of the hole and starts to leak down. I lean over again, licking the drop up before sliding back into my seat. I glance over at him. He looks shocked as he stares down at himself. His suit, which was perfect before we got into the back of the car, is now messy and wrinkled. I reach for my pants, sliding them back up my legs.
“I would have worn a dress,” I say because I can’t have him getting in the last word on the clothes. I knew it was an office. I wouldn’t show up in jeans and a shirt. “I have pretty dresses.” His nose flares.