I take the last few steps toward him and sink to my knees.
Without another word, I push his chair out a little bit and position myself underneath the desk.
Wow, am I glad I had the foresight to close the door behind me.
Mason
She goes down to her knees and I lean back against my chair, allowing her to kneel under my desk. Placing her hands on my knees, she runs them up to my crotch, never taking her eyes off of mine.
“This is my price, Daddy dearest,” she whispers, a lewd smile adorning her lips. Fuck, this is the kind of price I’m more than willing to pay. My heart starts to race, pumping blood to my cock and hardening it. It doesn’t take long for all of my length to strain against the fabric of my pants, its thick shape bulging and aching to feel the touch of her fingers.
She moves slowly, running her fingers back and forth over my legs, but never actually reaching for my crotch. She’s teasing me, torturing me, and it’s fucking working. With each passing second my cock grows harder and harder, and the need to simply ram it inside of her mouth becomes almost too overwhelming.
When she finally goes for my cock, she does it with only one finger. She places it at the base of my bulging shape, brushes it all the way up to its tip, and then back down again. She repeats the motion over and over again, my cock pulsing against her fingers harshly.
“Patience,” she whispers, her smile turning into a wicked grin. Patience? Fuck, patience was never one of my virtues. I’m used to taking what I want, when I want it… But, somehow, it’s different with Becca. With her, I can wait; after all, the payoff is always worth it.
She places one more finger on my shaft, and keeps caressing it with these gentle motions. Then, finally feeling me ready for more, she takes her hands to my belt and unbuckles it. Once my belt is open, she pulls it out from its loops and lets it fall to the floor at my feet. She goes back to brushing her fingers over the hard shape of my cock, and I feel my mouth turning dry. The fucking anticipation is killing me.
Then, no warning whatsoever, she flattens the palm of her hand against my cock. She does it harshly, and I groan as I feel the pressure against my shaft. She takes her hand off of my crotch as fast as she pressed on it, her fingers flying to my waist. With slow deliberate movements, she starts pulling my zipper down and my cock starts to push its way out from its bindings. It brushes against the back of her hand, and that’s enough for me to close my eyes, my heart kicking against my chest.
Once she’s finally done, she presses her hand against my cock, over my boxer briefs. I groan, pleasure rushing through me like a drug. I place both of my hands on her head, running my fingers through her hair, but I allow her to keep her rhythm.
Brushing her fingers up and down my cock, she finally leans into me, tilting her head sideways and resting her lips against my shaft. The fabric of my boxer briefs remains between us, but the pressure of her mouth is enough to send a shiver up my spine. She knows what she’s doing, that much is for sure.
“You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, baby girl,” I whisper, throwing my head back and sighing.
“I know,” she tells me deviously, once again pressing the palm of her hand against my shaft. She presses harder this time, and my cock pulses violently again
st her fingers. As a response, she hooks her fingers on my boxer briefs and, moving with a maddening slowness, she starts to pull them down. My cock springs free at once, forcing her to simply tug on my boxers, and I have to take a deep breath. Fuck, she’s barely touching me and I’m already as hard as I’ve ever been.
“I love your cock,” she purrs, brushing one fingertip from the root to my glans. “It’s so big… So thick…” she continues, softly moving her finger up and down my length. “I can’t get enough of it.”
I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as she leans into me again, her tongue parting her lips and touching my glans. I close my eyes, feeling a high voltage current making its way up my spine and electrifying my brain.
Running her tongue in slow soft circles around the tip of my cock, she finally curls her fingers around its root. Fuck, I’m struggling right now; my body is begging for me to simply ram my cock inside of her tight little mouth, but somehow, I manage to resist the urge. She’s putting on a show for me, and I have to let her do it.
Instead of parting her lips and resting them against my glans, she tilts her head to the side and, still only using the tip of her tongue, she runs it all the way to the base of my cock. A shiver goes up my spine as she moves her tongue like a pendulum, running it up and down the whole length of my cock. She does it a couple of times and then, finally, she wraps her lips around my glans; sucking on it eagerly, she takes the whole tip inside of her mouth and peels her lips back. She repeats that motion until I tangle my fingers in her hair, fighting against the urge to take control.
“You want my tight mouth, don’t you?” she purrs again, looking up at me and flicking her tongue against my glans. “You want to fuck my little mouth, I know it,” she continues, the sweet sound of her voice driving me fucking crazy.
“I do,” I whisper and, as a response, she wraps her lips around my glans once more. As I look down at her, I feel my whole body tensing up at the sight; she has her mouth open wide, her lips tightly hugging the tip of my cock, and that somehow makes her look even more beautiful than she is.
I can’t fucking resist it anymore; grabbing her hair, I push her down, forcing her to roll her lips down my shaft. She doesn’t resist and, allowing me to guide her, goes down until it becomes almost too hard to carry on. Still, she insists, only stopping when her lips brush against the patch of skin around the base of my cock. She holds her position there for a whole second, and then starts back, stopping on my glans.
Bobbing her head, she starts to build up a rhythm, and I ease up the pressure of my fingers. I let her lead once more, simply savoring the way it feels to have my shaft pushing down on her wet tongue. When she starts to move at a furious pace, I can’t help but groan, exhaling sharply as my cock pulses violently against the inside of her cheeks.
“Fuck,” I hiss and, at the same time, she curls her fingers around my thickness. Stroking and sucking at the same time, I know that this time there will be no stopping her; she’s going to go all the way, and I’m going to cum inside that pretty mouth of hers. Which sounds fucking perfect, if you ask me.
I’m gritting my teeth now and, as my heart starts to drum so fast it might explode anytime, I feel a storm of ecstasy looming on the horizon of my mind.
Then, as if to ruin the moment, I hear Lorna’s voice.
“Mason?” She knocks on the door but, without even bothering to wait for an answer, opens it and steps inside. What the fuck?
I sit straight in my chair, placing my elbows on the surface of the desk and trying to hide Becca from sight. From where she’s standing, there’s no way Lorna can see what’s happening, or so I fucking hope.
Like the devil she is, Becca doesn’t stop what she’s doing. It’s exactly the opposite; she starts to bob her head up and down even more fiercely, ravaging my whole length with her mouth while her mother steps inside my office.