I clear my throat and nervously try to reach his gaze. A violent blush reaches my cheeks and burns my chest. I just don’t want it like this. My pussy is begging to let him fuck me, and my dark fantasies want to come to life. I want him to take me and pound into me until I’m screaming. But I can’t pull the trigger.
“You all right, sweetheart?” His question holds a hint of admonishment. My mind goes wild with the thought of him holding me down and fucking me exactly how he wants. Punishing me for refusing him. But I don’t want to refuse him. I want to give him pleasure, too. I bite my bottom lip to steady the need to tremble. I scoot to the edge of the desk and drop easily to my knees.
She immediately takes me into her inviting mouth and sucks the head of my dick. I groan and let my head fall back and spear my fingers through her hair, putting easy pressure on the back of her head. Her hot, eager mouth feels so fucking good. She takes me in deeper and massages her tongue along the underside of my dick. Her head bobs on my cock and her cheeks hollow out from how hard she's sucking. I let her go at her own pace, but I really want to shove myself down her throat. I hold back though. She wouldn’t like the things I wanna do to her.
A sick fantasy of him skull-fucking me flashes before my eyes, and I find myself taking him deeper than I’m able, trying to choke myself on his dick. My throat closes around his thick length and he pumps his hips in short, shallow thrusts. I pull back and breathe quickly while his hands clench into fists in my hair. As soon as I have air I take him in my mouth and do it again.
She’s acting like she fucking loves this. She pulls off again and licks the underside of my dick, stroking me with her hand while she licks my length. Her wide, blue eyes stare up at me. She’s looking for approval. “Baby, you keep doing that, and I’m gonna cum.” Just watching her, my balls draw up and my spine tingles, but I hold back the urge to cum. I’m not done with her yet.
I’ve never done this before, but I’ve read so many romance novels and articles… and watched so much porn. I know I need to shove him deep into my throat and swallow. I do it again and choke a little, but as soon as I can, I work him into the very back of my throat until I can’t breathe at all. My hands rest at my thighs. I want to massage his balls, or push against his taint searching for that little spot I read about that's supposed to make a man go off, but instead I dig my fingers into my thighs. I pull back and take a deep breath. I feel spit drip down my chin and I quickly wipe it away.
She’s too fucking good. I want in that hot pussy, but it’s not going to happen. “Baby, I’m gonna cum.” I get ready to pull away; I’m sure she’s not the type of girl who’s gonna want to swallow. Although, I didn’t peg her to be so good at giving head either. The idea that’s she’s had practice pisses me off. I don’t get jealous, but I don’t fucking like that idea. Then my sweetheart does the sexiest fucking thing. She closes her eyes, sticks her tongue out flat under the head of my dick and pushes her breasts together.
I open my eyes when I hear the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard and feel his hot cum on my breasts. I watch as waves splash against my breasts and it gives me the deepest satisfaction. I smile shyly and calm my breathing. I did this to him.
I open my eyes and see her cute little smirk. “Lick it clean, sweetheart.” My dick’s still hard as her tongue darts out to lap up the bit of sticky cum left on my dick. She sits back on her heels, far more relaxed than she was before, and then she reaches for her clothes. I frown, and my heart drops a little in my chest. She’s ready to leave? Already?
I feel a little sick knowing he’s gonna want me out of here now that our little fling is over. Only a little though. That’s what I’m telling myself, at least. I feel so dirty, but I love it. I watch in my periphery as he leans over the desk and then hands me some tissues to wipe off my chest. I give him a tight smile and quickly clean myself off. I want it again, but I don’t think he’s the type of guy that sticks with one girl. And I’m not going to give myself to someone who isn’t going to want me after. I don’t know what I was thinking. Regret starts to consume me, but I shake it off. I wanted this. I got exactly what I wanted.
“You got a lot of studying to do?” I ask, as I pull up my boxers and jeans. I know she’s in a rush to get out, but I’ll at least stay with her while she’s out there. I’m sure they know we were back here fooling around, but I want them to give her the respect she deserves. I’m not gonna leave her for them to stare down and judge.