The muscles in my neck are already complaining from the effort and, stopping just for a second, I take his cock out of my mouth and take a deep breath. While I do it, I keep on stroking, my hand working on him furiously.
“I fucking love the way you use your mouth,” he says, softly brushing his thumb over my lips. “It’s so tight… Almost as much as your pussy.” His words are like a drug, his voice blanketing all of my thoughts; eager to please, I dive into him again, rolling my lips down his shaft. I suck on him so relentlessly that a violent spasm takes over his cock; he’s on the verge of cumming, but that I don’t stop. Pulling on my hair, he has to be the one taking control. He pushes me back and his cock pops out of my mouth with a wet sound. “Not yet.”
In a hurry, he kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants and boxers. Like a god, he towers over me, his naked body the most perfect sight my eyes have ever seen. Mason he’s… perfect. And he’s going to be your stepfather as well, an insidious voice whispers inside of my head. I know that this simple fact should be enough to ruin the fun… But it just makes me hornier.
“Fuck me,” I blurt out, looking up at him. Grabbing one arm, he pulls me up to my feet and pushes me back against the wall. Without wasting time, he presses his body against mine, and I tremble as I feel his shaft brushing against my drenched thong. “Please,” I moan, running my hands down the side of his body and resting them over the curve of his ass.
Moving fast, he grabs at my thong and pulls it against my outer thigh. I gasp as I feel the fabric digging deep into my flesh and then, as he tugs harshly, I hear the sound of the thong tearing. It slides off my skin and, instead of throwing it to the floor, he brings it up to his face.
“You’re delicious…” he whispers, brushing my drenched thong against my lips. I feel the scent of lust and sin, my own fluids smearing my lips, and only then does he let the thong fall to the floor. “It drives me fucking crazy,” he continues, leaning into me; with the tip of his tongue, he licks my lips, tasting my pussy there.
I grab his cock, anxious to feel it sliding inside my pussy, but he grabs me by the wrist and stops me. “I want to taste you first,” he says and, acting on it, he goes down to his knees. With one hand on the back of my knee, he places my right leg over his shoulder and then leans into me. I place both my hands on his head, my insides clenching as he places his face between my thighs; when he runs his tongue between my wet folds, I can’t help but let out one loud moan.
Grabbing his hair by the root, I pull him into me with a violent movement. He doesn’t fight back; he dives into me with a vengeance, his open mouth sucking on my drenched pussy. When he flicks his tongue at my clit, I feel as if I was hit by thunder. My whole body tenses up and I start swaying my hips from side to side, rubbing my pussy against his face as if tomorrow would never come.
“Yes, yes,” I moan, bright lights flashing behind my closed eyelids. My moans become louder and louder, and I have to grit my teeth to stop myself from screaming. If I keep being this loud, everyone will know what we’re doing inside his office. Even now, my brain is drowning in pleasure, I can still hear the noise from outside the office, the traders going about their business just a few feet away from me and Mason. Oh, if anyone barged in and saw us fucking… Mason and his step-daughter fucking—I can already see the headlines. Now that would be a mess.
Closing my eyes, I throw my head back and try to keep quiet. It’s harder than it seems, but somehow, I manage to do it. Mason doesn’t seem to care about it, though. Instead of taking it easy, he licks my pussy in a feverish frenzy; feeling me on the verge of exploding, he presses two fingers over my clit and starts to rub it in that maddening rhythm.
“Oh, fuck…” I hiss, my body like a coiled spring. Experienced as he is, it doesn’t take long for me to snap. Grinding my teeth hard enough to shatter them, I let a wave of ecstasy wash over me. My muscles tremble and twitch, and pleasure rages through me like a midnight storm.
I’m breathing so hard even my lungs are complaining; still, Mason doesn’t ease up. He keeps lapping at my pussy, working me with his tongue and fingers until the orgasm finally starts to subside.
Taking my leg out from his shoulder, he goes up to his feet, the Devil’s grin on his face. “Delicious,” he whispers, running his tongue over his wet lips. The skin around his mouth is glistening, my fluids dripping down his face, and the urge to kiss him overwhelms me. I crush my mouth against his and part his lips with my tongue. My own flavor coats my tongue and crawls up to my brain, making me feel dizzy. There’s something wicked about tasting myself in the lips of a man like Mason.