Noting the pearl of pre-cum at the slit of his cock, Emma rolled back down so she could pay attention to his poor, distended shaft. He gasped when she lightly feathered her gloved knuckles against the exposed portion of his ass cheeks to prepare him for the presence of her fingers there.
She knew this was going to be a stretch for either of her men because of the deeper level of trust and intimacy involved in playing with them anally. As a woman, she was used to being on the “receiving end,” to being penetrated, but she knew it would be harder for them to wrap their minds around being the receivers. Maybe that was why his trust meant so much to her.
Emma wrapped her left hand around his erection and lifted it to her watering mouth to lick the pre-cum from it. She hummed at his salty, creamy taste and laved him again as he groaned and arched his back. The rapid rise and fall of his abdomen told her he was very aroused by what was about to happen.
She glanced back at Duke and found him watching closely, like a man in a trance, riveted to the scene that was about to play out. His cock was already halfway hard again.
Licking Gage’s cock with a long, leisurely stroke of her tongue, Emma made a yummy sound and slid his cock between her lips and flicked her tongue against it, getting him nice and wet.
At the same time, she stroked her knuckle more deliberately between his ass cheeks, closing in on his anal opening. An urgent-sounding moan came from his throat, and he flexed his hips, moving against her knuckle. Sensing his acquiescence, she uncurled her finger and stroked his tight asshole with her lubricated fingertip. She’d used plenty, so there was no chance of discomfort.
She took her time, stroking his sphincter until he writhed and flexed with each pass. At times he seemed to want to quell the display of pleasure he felt with her doing that, but he gradually gave over and moaned loudly as she pressed for entry.
“Oh, God! Emma!”
The office door was locked, but Emma hoped like hell Felicia and Maya were indeed already gone. If they weren’t, his little outburst was going to be nothing compared to the one that would be coming soon.
She took her time sinking her finger in, teasing his opening as she stroked in and out. She flicked his burgeoning cock with her tongue where it lay rigid as a steel pole on his abdomen, and he gasped and jerked, taking her finger deeper.
With her palm facing upward, she caressed his dark passage, curling her finger in a “come hither” motion, finding the slight bulge of his prostate gland. Gage’s eyes flashed open and his jaw went slack as she made eye contact and smiled softly at him.
Leaning down, she kissed the faded scar above his belly button, and his abdomen fluttered at the contact. He laid his hand on her back and stroked her shoulder blade, and she noticed the definite tremble in his hand.
She sat up and repeated the motion with her finger and gloried in the wonder that showed in his eyes. Over and over she stroked his prostate until his eyes rolled in his head and he tilted his head back. The tension increased throughout his torso, and he gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood frame creaked.
Emma chose that moment to take his cock in her mouth to the back of her throat and caressed him with her tongue. She could feel the tension vibrating through him as she continued fondling that innocuous bulge in a way that was guaranteed to make his cock feel like it was exploding. She sucked lightly on his cock.
“Uh!” Gage cried out and slammed his hand against the wall and braced himself for what she knew would be the granddaddy of all orgasms. He panted hard, trying to gain control again, and she stroked on, not allowing it. She sucked his length in long, measured passes, feeling like a goddess as the tension in him coiled tighter and tighter.
Come on, baby. Let it go. You know you want to.
She adjusted her position so she could see his face and feathered her tongue against the underside of his cock, which felt much harder and even heavier than usual. She teased at the sensitive spot near the head at the same time she concentrated her stokes on his prostate. He froze, and she got ready to swallow as his back suddenly bowed, his muscles went rigid, and his panting turned to howling.
“Oh, my God! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Angel! What—Oh, God—”
Emma felt positively victorious as Gage’s prostrate throbbed in time with each surge of cum that spurted in great hot streams into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed each one down as she continued milking him of every drop of cum he would give her. On and on it went, much longer than a typical orgasm. His flavor was milder, like his pre-cum, and she continued massaging him because she knew he wasn’t finished yet.
“Emma! Oh, my God! Emma! Angel! Holy fuck! Oh—” He punctuated his outburst with a loud wail as his cum continued spurting in hot surges as she swallowed.