Seeing him in meetings in the conference room of his office, I’d never have believed it. But the marks on his torso are a testament to the kind of life he’s had. It doesn’t take away from the beauty of his physique. If anything, it lends it a dangerous edge. And his abs? He must work out a lot to maintain the shape of those corrugated abs which dip down and disappear under the white of his sheet. The sheet that outlines the length of his powerful legs as he lays sprawled out on his bed.Hisbed. I’m in JJ’s bed… in his room… in his arms. To be clear, I am onhim. All over him, to be doubly clear. I have my arm flung around his massive chest, my leg flung over what must be his thighs and—I stop breathing. That thick, hard, fat rod that’s stabbing into my upper thigh is his cock. He’s not wearing briefs. How dare he get into bed without wearing briefs? Also, thank God he’s not wearing briefs.
Also, not only am I clinging to him like a python, buthispython is ready to return the favor, and in spades. I draw in a breath and the scent of him intensifies. Moisture beads my center. Pinpricks of heat shiver up my back. Perhaps he senses it, for his shaft seems to grow even thicker and longer. My fingertips tingle.Should I? Shouldn’t I?I glance up to find his eyes are shut. His breathing is even. His chest rises and falls, and there’s no change in the cadence of his breathing.Guess he’s still sleeping, eh?
I lower my hand to his crotch. Then, making sure he’s asleep, I close my fingers around his dick. It instantly throbs and fills my palm. I try to wrap my fingers around the girth, but my fingertips don’t meet. I know… You think I’m exaggerating. But honestly, that’s not true. My fingertips. Don’t. Meet. Jesus, and he stuck that inside of me? No wonder it hurt… Before it felt good. So damn good. My thighs quiver, and my mouth waters.How would it feel to have him down my throat, hmm?Keeping my eyes on his face to make sure he’s asleep, I slide down the length of his body, making sure not to touch him, until I’m positioned with my face over his crotch.
I inhale deeply, and his musky scent—a mixture of spice and sweat—sinks into my blood. I lick my tongue over the swollen head, and his column seems to swell further. I squeeze my fingers around the base, then close my mouth over the tip. I swipe my tongue around the rim and his length fills my palm. Jesus, how much bigger is he going to get?
He’s carrying what amounts to a baseball bat between his legs. No wonder he has big balls. It’s because heliterallyhas big balls. It’s why he’s so full of himself. Why he comes across as so dominant, so confident, so authoritarian. He can afford to be all of that. Not only does he have the money to back up his stance, but he has thecojonesto support his ego. I tilt my head to take him further inside, and he seems to swell. He’s filling my mouth, pressing down on my tongue, pushing up into the roof of my mouth. My jaw begins to hurt. Saliva drips down my chin, and I pull back. My breath comes in puffs. The hair on the back of my neck rises. I glance up to find him staring at me. My heart flips up into my throat. Adrenaline laces my blood. I begin to pull back, but he digs his fingers into my hair and holds me in place.
"Why don’t you finish what you started?" His hard voice rumbles across the space, and my nerve endings crackle.
I tighten my grip around the base of his cock, and he inhales. His chest planes seem to harden, and his shoulders swell. He seems to grow bigger. A plume of heat seems to rise off of his body and slam into my chest. I gasp. My core clenches, and I’m ashamed to say my panties are now completely wet. I squeeze my thighs together, and one side of his lips kicks up. He seems to know exactly the kind of effect he has on me.
"Suck me off, little girl," he says in a hard voice, and pinpricks of heat dot my back. "Now," he commands.
I drop my head, close my mouth around his cock, and swallow. A groan rips up his chest. I bob my head and take him down my throat, making his thigh muscles go solid. I gag, then swallow, and he slaps his palm into the mattress. Something like victory courses through my veins. This is Mr. Big Balls JJ and I have him where I want him. At my mercy. With his dick down my throat. Bet I can make him come quickly, and hard and long. Bet I can make him lose control the way I’ve often wanted to see him come undone in the office. I bring my hand up and cradle his balls. I squeeze them as I continue to suck him off. In-out-in. With long sweeps I pull out until the tip of his cock is balanced at the edge of my mouth, then lean in and swallow around his shaft.
He growls. "Fucking hell, Lena, do that again."
He wraps his fingers around my throat. I lower my head until he slides across my tongue and down the column of my throat.
"I can feel my dick down your throat." His voice is thick with desire… and lust… and strain. Like he’s still holding back. I pull back, then plunge down, again and again. Spit drools down my chin. I scoop it up, then slide my digit up the valley between his ass cheeks. I brush his puckered opening and he stills. I slide it inside and brush his prostrate, then massage his balls. At the same time, I swallow around his cock and his entire body seems to shudder. "You’re killing me, girl."
He tugs on my hair, and my scalp tingles. I increase the intensity of my motions, and every muscle in his body seems to coil in on itself.
"I’m going to come," he gasps. I glance up at him, then deliberately lower my chin and take him down even deeper. His dark eyes flash, and a current seems to run from his shoulders to his belly to his thighs. The planes of his chest swell and he shoots his load.
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JJ
Flares seem to go off behind my eyes. My ears are ringing, or maybe that’s my toes. No, I can’t feel my toes at all, or my fingers, or my limbs, for that matter. I can’t remember the last time I came this hard, and that’s saying something. My orgasm seems to go on and on. I come down her throat and she swallows it all and that only turns me on even more. I come until I see black spots behind my eyes. When I finally crack my eyelids open, it’s to find her pulling back.
My dick plops from her swollen lips. She wipes the back of her hand across her mouth, and my balls tighten all over again. Her golden gaze meets mine. Her cheeks are flushed, and her hair is stuck to her forehead. A thread of saliva drools down her chin. A fire detonates in my groin. I’m no longer so young that I can go twice back-to-back, but goddamn, if, with her, I don’t find my cock swelling to attention. I release my hold on her hair, only to grip her shoulders. In one smooth motion, I pull her up, then flip her onto her back.
Her voice trembles. "What are you doing—?" She stops when she sees I’ve lowered myself down between her legs.
I slide my arms under her thighs, then pause.
“You went to sleep on an empty stomach,” I point out.
“I was tired.”
“You’re awake now. Are you hungry? I can get you something.”
She shrugs. “Not really. I just had a snack.” She smirks.
I shake my head and look down at the bandage around her foot, then back to her face. "How does your foot feel now?"
"It’s fine."
I frown, and her lips kick up. "No, really. It’s fine. I don’t feel any pain at all. My pussy, on the other hand—" She bites down on her lower lip. Of course, my gaze lowers to her mouth.
"You trying to be bratty, little girl?"
She shakes her head.
"Don’t lie to me. You want me to pull down your yoga pants and bury my face in your cunt?"