I know what I'm doing, and I’ve officially gone full cuckoo bird to allow this, but that's just it. I'm choosing this. I'm giving him the illusion that he's in control, when really I am because I'm allowing him to do this to me. But fuck if my heart isn’t about to flat line from how overworked it is right now.
The idea of him fucking me, taking me, which is something he desperately wants and apparently is making him go insane without, is a major turn on. My thighs grow wetter with each passing second. I’ve never willingly allowed someone to take control with sex. Yes, Neo grips my hips, bends me over shit, and fucks the life out of me, but I know this won't be the same.
Deep down, I want this. I want to help him.
He keeps staring at me like if he blinks, all of this will disappear, and it would have only been a dream.
I hop up on his desk, lean back on my arms, and open my legs for him, putting my dripping pussy on display for him.
The way he looks at me makes me feel so fucking powerful, settling some of the unease I have about doing this.
He slowly walks towards me until he’s standing in front of me. He forces his eyes off my center, to my breasts, then finally my eyes.
“I'm offering myself to you, Dean, and if you don't take what you need from me in the next minute, this offer is gonna expire, and you won't get another one,” I smirk.
He looks at me skeptically. “This isn't some ruse to get me to touch you so that you have a reason to kick my ass, is it?”
“No,” I giggle. “Look. Don't overthink it. I have no idea what’s come over me, but do you really want to pass up this chance to fuck me? Because I'm pretty sure it was my name you were moaning before as you came.”
He takes a moment, debating his next move before stepping between my legs and taking his cock out again. I don't think the damn thing had gone fully down yet. “What can I do to you?” he asks, still not sure what I'll allow.
“Anything you want, but I only ask you to let me know beforehand.”
He nods his head in agreement. He understands that this is big for me to offer anyone something like this.
“I want to taste you,” he whispers, looking back at my pussy.
“So have a lick,” I taunt, widening my legs further.
He drops to his knees as I lay back and wait. Then I feel something press against my clit, causing me to gasp. “God, you smell amazing,” he groans, inhaling my scent. I never got why guys smell a woman’s vagina like they’re doing a line of coke. I can't imagine they smell very nice.
He grips my hips and licks me from bottom to top before going to town on my clit. Fuck, his tongue is amazing. I haven't been eaten out in years; it's just not something I did with my relievers. Neo has been bugging me to do it, and maybe now I'll let him because fuck, this feels amazing.
He growls against my pussy as he licks, sucks, and nips at my clit.
I moan, rocking my hips as I grip his hair, forcing him in place. He doesn't stop me, letting out a moan of his own as I rock my pussy into his face.
He inserts two large fingers into my cunt, hooking me in just the right spot.
I'm worked up over everything that has happened tonight, and I'm desperate for my own release to get rid of this extra energy, so it doesn't take me long to cum.
After a few more pumps of his fingers and sucks of my clit, I clamp my legs around his head, crushing him to my pussy, probably smothering him. But I don’t give a fuck; I ride his face as I scream out my release, enjoying every twitch, flush, and tingle.
When I'm done, I release him from my death grip.
He rises to his feet with a look of awe on his face. “You have no idea how many times I’ve jacked off to the thought of my face buried between your sinful legs.”
“Well, thank you for thinking of me while you're alone,” I wink. “I hope this was better than whatever you conjured up in that brain of yours.”
“So much better,” he grins. “I need to fuck you now, please,” he begs.
He grabs a hold of his cock, ready to put it to use, but then I remember something. “Wait!” I hold up my hand. “This is probably gonna ruin the moment, although something tells me we will both recover from that fast, but you just had some call-girl’s mouth on your cock. You're not sticking that in me. So go clean it.”
His eyes widen, looking from his cock, then back to me. “Fuck! I'm sorry. I wasn’t thinking,” he apologizes sheepishly, and it’s fucking adorable.
Using the sink in his office, he takes the bar of soap from the dish next to it and scrubs his cock good, hissing at the obvious pleasure he's getting from it.
I should be turned off by the fact that he was just with someone else, but the need to wipe her from his mind takes over all my senses. I want to be the last and only one to touch his cock. I want him to fuck me so good that I ruin him for anyone else.