I blink back tears, sucking air through my nose as he fucks my mouth while I kneel in front of him, collapsed back on my calves, his come leaking out of me.
My pussy is throbbing. My breasts ache for touch. I groan on his cock as my fingers trace my tits, pinching my nipples.
I feel gross as I reach between my legs, spreading my thighs so I can play in my raw pussy, stroking myself in time with his thrusts into my mouth until I’m coming on my own hand, his come gushing out of me as my hips rock and my stomach clenches from the pleasure.
His hand switches to my neck. He’s impossibly hard in my mouth, and I gag on the length.
“Keep going,” he orders, his thumb keeping steady pressure on my neck as I stroke my pussy again, not sure if I’m going to come, wanting to, though, wanting to feel this, being wanted by him, feeling sexy and desirable, because nothing says a guy likes you for you than him fucking your face after messing you up.
“Come for me,” McCarthy hisses. “Make yourself come.”
I rise up on one knee, working my pussy, my head tipped forward to take his cock, until my pussy shudders on my hand.
“Fuckyeah.”
The hot come hits the back of my throat, making me gag.
I can’t swallow all of it. It spills out of my mouth and down on my tits as he pulls out, still sputtering thick, ropy white come all over my face and tits.
His thumb wipes the come off my lips, then he’s kissing me. He picks me up and tosses me on the bed.
I’m panting, an arm thrown over my come-streaked face.
His hands run over my tits. Not like he’s trying to get me wet for him again, like he’s wiping down a fancy sports car before it’s put back in the garage.
“Are you going to tell my supervisor? Are you going to get me fired? That’s what this was all about, right? You want to get rid of me.”
He leans in, kisses me until I see black circles, then cups my ass, squeezing it. “No, because then I won’t get an excuse to fuck you again, Cupcake.”
I open one eye and look down at him.
His chin is nestled between my breasts.
“Hard pass.”
He grabs my thigh. I kick at him.
“That was terrible.”
“No, it wasn’t.” He’s furious. “You came.”
“I was faking,” I lie.
His mouth twists. He works his jaw. “Then I guess we’re doing this again.”
“Ffuuuhn—” I groan as he goes down on me again.
I’m panicky as I realize I miscalculated. “Wait! I can’t!” I grab at his hair, the blond waves escaping from the slicked-back side part.
“Can’t what?” His voice is slightly muffled.
“Can’t come again.”
“You said you didn’t.”
“I lied.” I moan as his tongue returns.
My knees are practically up to my tits. I groan, locking them around his shoulders as he licks his way through my pussy slowly and methodically, wringing another strangled orgasm out of me then still going.
