12. betrayal (3)

Brooklyn

     

I moan as Kir suddenly goes from being the receiver to fully in charge. His fist is tight at the back of my head, tugging my hair and guiding my wet mouth up and down his throbbing, huge dick. He grits his teeth, his ass rising from the chair as he literally starts to fuck my mouth.

I am soaked.

"Show me," he mutters, his eyes blazing with black fire. "Play with that messy, greedy little cunt while I fuck your pretty mouth, babygirl."

I moan eagerly, drooling all over him as my hand thrusts between my thighs with embarrassing speed and shoves into my panties. I whimper when my fingers roll and pinch my clit, rubbing the throbbing nub as I gag on his cock.

Our eyes lock as he starts to thrust harder, fucking his big dick deep down the back of my throat as wet, sloppy gluck sounds fill the office.

His jaw is like iron, his chest rising and falling as he utterly gives up on contributing to what I hope isn't just a two-person conversation. He cradles the phone against his shoulder, and I moan when his hand slides down into my hair as he fully takes control.

Suddenly, he's well and truly fucking my mouth with deep, powerful thrusts. I'm moaning and whimpering and mumbling around him, feeling my jaw stretched to the limit, my lips wrapped tight around his thickness. I've got one hand buried in my panties, rubbing my swollen clit frantically, the other stroking the considerable part of his cock I can't get into my mouth as he rams into the back of my throat over and over, gritting his teeth.

He starts to swell bigger, his thrusts getting rougher as his eyes clash with mine. His brow caves, and when I feel his thighs clench, I whimper as I suck on him even harder, drooling all over him, making him wet as he fucks my mouth.

With a choked groan deep in his chest, Kir shoves his cock into the very back of my throat. And then, he starts to come.

Explosively.

I moan when I feel the first jet of hot cum spray across my tongue. I swallow it just as a second rope fills my mouth. Then a third, and a fourth.

Holy fuck.

He just keeps coming. No matter how quickly I swallow it, more and more cum gushes into my mouth, until it's dripping down his shaft and my chin, and coating my lips.

I've barely slid my mouth off him before he throws the phone aside, scoops me up off the floor, and lifts me into his lap. He cups my jaw and crushes his lips to mine, growling into the kiss as our tongues dance together, not even giving a single fuck that he's just filled my mouth with his cum.

I moan and kiss him back, clutching at his face and shamelessly grinding my drenched panties and throbbing pussy against his still-hard cock.

"Did my babygirl make a fucking mess of her panties sucking my cock like a good girl?" he murmurs into my mouth,

My face caves as I nod eagerly, grinding against him.

"Yes, sir..." I moan.

"We can't have that, can we."

With a single sweep of his arm, he clears his desk, drapes me across it with my legs hanging off the edge, and yanks off my panties. I cry out when he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue snaking around my clit as he sucks it between his lips. 

Two thick fingers curl into me, fucking me hard and fast and deep as he mercilessly sucks and tongues my button.

It takes all of thirty seconds before my back is arching from the desk and a scream ripping from my throat, the orgasm tearing though me like a hurricane.

I collapse back on his desk, utterly spent-my thighs shaking and slick, his cum still on my chin, and pure fire humming through my veins as he gathers me into his arms.

"How was that," I mumble, a goofy, lazy grin on my face.

"Very good," he growls quietly, leaning down to let his lips brush mine. "That was way too fucking good."

Then I stretch up, closing the distance between our mouths as he carries me up and my leg wraps around his waist.

The way he looks at me when I pull away from the kiss, I just know he's not done with me yet.

Nervous, anxious energy ripples through me, making my toes curl and my fingers fidget. 

But it's not a bad anxiousness.

Actually, for the first time quite possibly ever, 

I realize I'm about to have sex and I'm eager for it.

Aching for it, not looking for an escape.

I hear the bedroom door open, and my skin prickles, nipples tightening to points against the duvet and heat blooming between my legs as I sense his eyes sliding over me.

The lights dim, and I exhale quietly as I hear his footsteps approach the bed.

I shiver, biting back a whimper when Kir traces a fingertip over my raised hip, then slides it to the small of my back. My skin ripples, my core tightening and fluttering as he slowly drags the finger over every little vertebra of my spine, until he reaches the top and wraps my hair around his fist.

He gathers my hair into a high ponytail, fastening it in place before letting his fingers walk back to the nape of my neck. He leans down close, and my breath catches when his lips brush my earlobe.

"I've thought about fucking this pretty pussy again everyday for months. The feeling of your cunt wrapped around my cock. Pulling me in with every thrust."

I let out a small uncontrollable moan at his words.

"Fuck me, please" I beg desperately. 

I gasp quietly, fear and ravenous excitement coursing through my body. He takes another breath before his dark, deep voice slips over my skin again.

"I'm going to hurt you, too. Not in a bad way," he growls. "In a way that's going to make you come alive."

His words sends tingles through out my body

as excitement and anticipation fills me.