“Fuck, Eliza,” he says through gritted teeth.
I pop his balls out of my mouth and lick my way back up his cock. I suck the head into my mouth, and his hands tangle in my hair as I begin to bob my head up and down going a little lower on each down stroke teasing him. I slide my hands over the firm round globes of his muscular ass as Carter thrusts that long thick cock into my throat.
I feel the muscles of his ass flex and shift under my hands as he thrusts into my soft wet mouth. His moans of pleasure spur me to take him deeper until I’ve got all 12 inches of Carter’s cock filling my mouth. My lips kiss the base of his cock. I feel Carter’s cock twitch against my tongue. I start to bob my head up and down gradually getting faster. Saliva and precum smear my lips as I moan around his cock. Carter is hard and heavy against my tongue. The taste of the sharp salty flavor of his precum fills my mouth. I suck harder and bob my head in earnest. I want to taste more of him. I want to feel that big cock explode inside the tight wet hole of my mouth.
The telltale twitch of Carter’s cock tells me that he’s about to cum. I slide my lips up his cock so that now I’m sucking just the head, and I’m using my hand to stroke the rest of his massive cock.
“Fuck baby. Your mouth is so good,” Carter moans above me. His grip on my hair tightens and I speed up my strokes. I want to see just how much of his sweet creamy load I can take. I seal my lips around the head of his cock. Something about Carter makes me crazy. I crave every part of him, even his cum.
“Fuck Eliza I’m going to –”
The last word of his sentence is lost in a long low groan and he shoots rope after rope of thick creamy cum into my mouth. I try to swallow it all but there’s just so much. Carter’s cum fills my mouth faster than I can swallow it, dripping down my lower lip and chin onto my breasts. Carter leans back, pulling his still spurting cock from my mouth, covering my chest in thick white stripes of cum.
Carter leans down, licking his cum from my breasts. He then brings his mouth to mine sharing his cum with me. I kiss him back eagerly chasing the flavor of his cum, and our tongues slip and slide over one another. Carter tastes like his cum and my pussy. Carter’s mouth tastes like us. His hands rub my breasts, massaging the rest of his cum into my skin. I’m going to leave the office smelling like sex and Carter. Sound proofing or not, everyone is going to know what we’ve done. The thought sends a fresh shot of lust through my veins. Carter’s cock is still as hard as steel. I feel his cock pressing against my thigh and my pussy still aches to be filled.
“Please Daddy fuck me,” I say. My voice sounds desperate and needy even to my own ears, but this is Carter; I need it and for once I’m not above begging. Not when the object of my desire is close.
“Oh yeah baby, Daddy’s going to fuck you so good.”
Carter gets down from the desk, and grabs my legs pulling me so that my ass is right at the edge of the desk. He slides one, and then two, of his long thick fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I moan as Carter pumps those fingers in and out of me, my pussy pulsing around them aching with the need to be filled.
“Oh yeah Eliza. You’re ready for my cock, aren’t you baby,” Carter says, pulling his fingers out of me.
It’s a statement, not a question, but I still reply.“Yes, hell yes,” I say. I’m tired of waiting; I want Carter inside of me now.
Carter puts my legs over his shoulders, the black leather heels of my Manolos pointing toward the ceiling. Carter rubs the head of his massive cock up and down against my swollen pussy. I squirm, trying to get his cock inside of me but Carter’s firm grip on my thighs holds me in place. Each time I think the head of that big beautiful cock is finally going to slip inside of me it doesn’t. It just presses lightly, teasingly against my opening. Carter’s teasing is driving me crazy, turning me into nothing more than an incoherent, naked, needy body. It seems like forever, anticipation and tension flooding my veins in a delicious cocktail of lust. I hold my breath waiting. I never want the teasing to end, and I want him inside of me. I’m a riot of conflicting desires, every nerve in my body exposed at attention.