I don’t know how long I stay there, my arms wrapped tight around him, savoring the feeling of being this close to him.
When I finally slide away, I let out a faint laugh, as more juices spill down my thighs, making me shiver with pleasure. There’s something so filthy, so deliciously dirty about it.
He catches my eye and smirks, knowing exactly what I’m thinking. “You’d better use the en suite to clean up, dirty girl.” He points at the small bathroom attached to his private office. “Before the entire floor finds out just how dirty you are.”
“Not as dirty as you,” I respond, with a pointed look, and he grins and trails after me into the bathroom. I’ll say this for him, the man knows when he’s beat.
There’s a shower in here, although it’s tight. He shuts the door behind us and helps me strip off the rest of the clothes I didn’t bother taking off when I was busy seducing him right in the middle of his office.
Then I finish stripping him too, and he pushes me into the shower first, before he squeezes in after. It’s a close fit. So close that we’re pressed together, my body crushed against his as the hot water pours down over us. He leans in to kiss me again, and I can smell sex in the air, my scent on him and his all over me. It drives me wild.
I slide my hands down through the cascading hot water to cup his cock between my palms and run my hands over his shaft, back and forth. His hand comes up to the top of my head, and gently pushes me down, until I drop to my knees in front of him in the shower.
His cock slowly grows hard again, especially once I start to trail my tongue along his length, from the base to the shaft in long, slow strokes.
“Mm, that’s it.” He cracks an eye to watch me. “I love that dirty mouth of yours, Sinclair.”
I tilt my head back to grin at him. “You do?”
“Mm. Use it. Suck me clean.” His hands come to rest in my hair, getting soaked in the shower now. But I needed it anyway. I still have some jam sticking to me, and it sloughs off now in the shower, helped along as Ankor runs his fingers through my hair, kneading my scalp with his strong, rough fingers. Eventually he cups the back of my head, and when I purse my lips at the spongy tip of his cock, he pulls me toward him, so my lips part around his cock, and slowly, inch by inch, I take him into my mouth.
When the tip of his cock touches the back of my mouth I hesitate, pausing, trying to adjust. I reach around to grip his ass with my hands for balance, and a little gag escapes me as his cock presses against my throat.
“Relax,” he murmurs, his voice low over the rush of the hot shower. His hands massage my scalp, his nails scratching just a little, just enough to help me.
I let go. I relax, the way I’m only ever able to do around him. And he pushes his cock just a little deeper before he draws back out. I take a deep breath, and then he pushes back into my mouth again. At the same time I arch my tongue upward, pressing it against the underside of his shaft, my tongue tracing over the veins there, and he groans with pleasure, deep in his throat.
This time when the tip of his cock touches the back of my throat, I let my whole jaw relax, and my throat. He presses forward, pulls me toward him, and inches down my throat, until his whole cock is stuffed into my mouth, filling me. I tighten my grip on his ass, my eyes half-shut, tearing a little before he lets me go and draws back out.
When I look up, I find him watching me with hungry, lust-filled eyes. I love watching how wild he gets when I do this, how he loses control.
“Fuck you’re amazing at this,” he murmurs. Then he guides me back down onto him.
Before long, we find a rhythm, as he starts to pump his hips against my face. I take him wholly into my mouth each time now, taking breaths between, my lips tight around him, my tongue tracing over him, as I reach another hand between his legs to gently tug on his balls, rolling them between my fingers in way that makes him groan and tense with desire.
“You like sucking my cock, Sinclair? You like feeling me in your mouth?”
I moan in agreement, and love the way it makes him inhale sharply, tensing again. His cock jumps between my lips, sensitive, as he starts to get closer to his finish. I start to move my face in time with his hips, until he fully loses himself, gripping my hair tightly as he fucks my face, his cock driving into my mouth over and over, the pressure building in him until…