Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23854 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Something moves in her eyes. She glances out again, then back to me. Yeah, she likes it.
I lean in and hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them down. I want to go slowly, take my time, but I can’t. I’m desperate. I need to see it, and I need it now.
She lifts her hips to help me, and the sight of her willingness and trust, despite barely knowing me, almost levels me.
Her underwear slides off her feet, and there it is.
The most gorgeous little pink pussy I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Fuck…” I pocket the underwear. “I’m keeping these for now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Sir.
There it is again. That fucking word.
Plenty of people say it every day. But hearing it through her lips is different. I can almost taste it.
My knees hit the floor, and not gracefully. I drop down like I’ve been shot, eye level with her pussy now. Pink, glistening, and completely bare, aside from a tiny strip of blond hair.
“Dominic, I’ve never—no one has ever—”
“I know.” I press my lips to her inner thigh, causing her to whimper. “No one’s ever been down here, have they?”
She shakes her head. “No.”
“No one’s been lucky enough to taste this sweet little pussy.”
Her breath increases. The top button of her blouse pops, revealing inches of mouth-watering cleavage. More pre-cum spills from my cock onto the floor.
“Good.” I grip her thighs and spread her nice and wide. “Because it belongs to me now.”
With one deliberate movement, I lick her from hole to clit, and her spine lifts off the desk like she’s having a convulsion.
The taste of her juices fills my mouth—sweet and clean and oh-so wet. I groan against her tender flesh as she soaks my chin and cheeks. She slaps a hand over her mouth and I almost smile.
I’m not coming up for air until I ruin her.
“This spot right here,” I whisper. “This is the one.”
I purse my lips around her clit and suck while my tongue moves in precise circles. Steady pressure.
Her hips buck wildly, but I clamp my arms around her thighs, pinning her to the desk.
“Oh God, oh God, oh God. Dominic!”
That’s right. Keep going, angel.
“S–something’s happening to me!”
I slip two fingers inside, and her juicy cunt squeezes down on them so tightly I couldn’t pull them out if I wanted.
So hot. So slippery. Impossibly snug, silky walls. The thought of my cock stretching its way through them has me right on the edge.
“You’re going to come, angel,” I tell her, withdrawing my mouth briefly. “That’s what that is. Go with it. Come on my tongue.”
I curl my fingers up and find her G-spot. Her legs start quaking, and she cries out into her fist. I work her harder and faster, stroking and pressing, while my lips return to her clit, sucking and flicking.
Then I flatten out into broad, heavy licks that drag across the entire swollen little bud.
Watching her writhe and moan is like staring at a masterpiece.
“Please, sir, please…”
She doesn’t even know what she’s saying—what she’s begging for. But she’s about to find out.
I fuck her with my fingers and eat her clit with no mercy. Her body trembles, then her hips buck up and slam down, violently shaking my desk. Her thighs clamp around my head like a vise, and her heels dig into my back.
But I don’t care. I don’t even feel the pain.
All I hear are the sounds she’s making now—words that aren’t words. High, broken mumbles that sound vaguely like my name.
Her pussy drenches my chin. Her juices drip down my wrist.
“Come.” I somehow manage to growl into her. It’s a command. “Come for me. Now.”
Her back bows so hard it nearly snaps. Her mouth opens in a silent scream. Then a moan tears out of her, bouncing off the walls of my office.
Her tiny, virgin cunt spasms around my fingers, and a gush of wetness floods my lips and palm. I drink from her, lapping at every single delicious wave, making it last until she’s shaking so hard I’m sure my desk is about to collapse.
Then I ease her down, slowing my licks. Making them gentle.
I kiss the insides of her thighs, her adorable mound, the creases of her hips. When I look up, I see she’s crying. But not from pain. Not from fright. From the overwhelming sensations of something she didn’t even know her body could do.
When I stand, I see that my cock is flushed red and dripping, standing out so stiff it hurts. I take it in my fist and start stroking, staring down at her spread wide open on my desk, wrecked and glowing, tears spilling from her eyes.
Arms shaking, she sits up and pushes my hand away.
“No, let me.” She doesn’t have the finesse yet, but she doesn’t need it. I’m so turned on by her that all I need is her touch. She pumps and twists my cock the way I taught her minutes ago, letting her forehead press against my chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “I want to make you feel the way you made me feel. Tell me what you like.”