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“Wherever your head is going baby, bring it back. You have no choice. This is done. The moment you walked into my office your fate was sealed and I don’t back down once I set my mind on something. But I tell you what...you want to run baby?” My mind is a mound of smog. Nothing inside of it makes sense once he said I have no choice. Am I crazy that it made my body begin to buzz? “Oh, how I would love chasing you and making you fuck me wherever I catch you. You want to play, Delta?” I can't stop the shiver that overtakes me. My mouth, dry and stuck together refuses to move. I can only shake my head back and forth, too scared to allow words, not sure I wouldn’t say something horrendous. “Good girl. Such a beautiful good girl.” His hand rubs from my forehead to my chin. His words making my chest puff out as I take in the praise. I can’t help but lean into him, loving the feeling of anything about him touching me and somehow becoming a part of me.
“Brock.” I moan his name needing him to make this ache go away.
“Mmm. I love it when you say my name. Say it again, baby.” His hands go to his trunks and pull his cock out of them. My mouth that was just a moment ago dry, is now moist and building saliva as it begs for his snake to come into it. I squeeze my legs together, trying but failing to end the pulsing taking over as my body calls for him.
“Brock.” I say once more obeying him without hesitation as drool falls from my mouth onto my chin. He swipes his finger through it and puts it into his mouth, his eyes never leaving mine. The intensity in them is almost more than I can handle. They make me feel so lost and found at the same time. I have never felt anything as urgent as I am feeling at this moment. I need him to touch me, lick me, bite me. Hell, I need him to fuck me.
“Get on your knees, sweetness. I need to see it in your throat first.” My eyes become blurry as I do as he tells me, my body not allowing me to do anything else. I fall to my knees, thanking God there is a rug beneath me not that it would have stopped me if it wasn’t. I need to please just as much, if not more than I need him to make me feel like he did last night. Beautiful, sexy and worthy. “Good girl.” he says before he smacks my cheek with his cock over and over in the same spot, his eyes burning into mine. Almost like he is daring me to protest. Not going to happen. I can feel my clit protruding through the lips of my pussy. My tits tingling as the sensation of simply being in his presence takes over me. My body is calling to him. Albeit silently, but without preamble. “Open.” He says nothing else knowing I am going to do as he says, and I do. I open my mouth and don’t blink as more saliva falls out. More evidence of how much I have been yearning for this moment. He slides it in, making sure to graze it across my teeth causing himself to hiss as his own eyes begin to glass over. “Fuck, baby. Your mouth is like a fucking sexy ass volcano. So warm and hot. Lick the hole, sweet girl.” I close my eyes and do what he demands, the warmth spreading through me knowing I am pleasing him.
I notice as my mouth moves on and off his cock, that and I look up at him, that his eyes are closed as his head hangs back. His Adam’s apple bobbing up and down with each suction. I am sliding my hand toward my pussy, needing some relief as my throat becomes numb the further into it he goes. I barely make it to the middle of my thigh before I am feeling all the stickiness seeping out of me. I moan, before I can stop myself, forgetting for a moment that he can feel all of it. “Shit. Fuck.” he growls moving a bit more frantically. “Grab it. Fuck. I need you to grab it, sweet girl. Squeeze it.” his command flows through me even more. Deciding to be a bit naughty, I pull the hand from my pussy and put it on the part of his cock that is not in my mouth. Immediately I smell my own essence wafting toward my nose and this sets me off more than I thought possible. I begin swallowing him, my throat engulfing the steel rod he calls a cock, choking myself but not allowing air to come through. There is something powerful about the snot running down my face and the tears streaming down my face as I try to impress him. Make him happy. Make him want to keep me as much as I want to be kept.
