All the air in my lungs vanishes when she lowers her hips and sits directly on my cock, grinding on me through my sweatpants.
Holy shit.
I’m so fucking hard that I feel like my dick could actually snap in half. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life.
My balls tighten as Meadow bites down on my bottom lip before diving back into my mouth and sweeping her tongue against mine. She purposely slows her hips, driving me mad as she slides her pussy to the tip of my cock, hitting my sensitive head perfectly before lowering all the way back down.
It’s agonizing—fucking painful how bad I need to come right now. Even through layers of clothes, I can feel how wet she is for me right now.
“Fucking hell,” I choke out between kisses. “You’ve already made me come in my pants once from grinding on me, and I’m just warning you, it’s about to happen again.”
Telling her now is a lot less embarrassing than her looking down and seeing my sweatpants covered in my own cum.
It’s never been like this with anyone else. No woman has ever made me fucking cum in my pants. But her—this stunning woman straddling me—she’s all I’ve ever dreamed of.
I’m half a second away from blowing my load when Meadow shocks me by lowering to her knees on the floor. She looks up at me from between my spread legs and reaches for the waistband of my sweatpants.
Oh fuck.
Is she about to…
“What are you—”
I voluntarily lift my hips as she continues tugging on my sweatpants, pulling my boxers and pants down to my thighs in one quick swoop.
My cock springs free, the cool air hitting my skin as my length slaps against my T-shirt.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I think Meadow is about to suck my cock.
Meadow Riley—my fucking office mate—is getting ready to put her goddamn lips on my cock.
Never in a million years would I have ever thought this would happen.
I’m pulled from my thoughts as Meadow’s eyes go wide. She studies my cock, her mouth hanging open as she roams her eyes from my tip all the way down to my balls.
“Shit…” she swallows. “Holy Shit. Owen.”
I never fucking blush, but I feel my cheeks heat. I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious beneath her gaze.
It may sound like I’m bragging or being cocky, but I seriously get a little nervous every time a woman I’m with lays eyes on my dick for the first time. It’s bigger than big… Intimidating to say the least.
Which is why I wouldn’t be offended at all if Meadow decided to get off her knees and opt for a hand job instead.
“Meadow,” I say softly, leaning forward and brushing my thumb against her cheek. “You don’t have to,” I shake my head. “You don’t have to do anything. What you just gave me… watching you come was all I fucking needed. I don’t need anything else.”
“No,” she protests. “I want to. You’re just…” she trails off, her eyes widening. “Huge.”
“I know,” I nod, searching her eyes. “You don’t have to give me anything. You can climb back up into my lap and kiss me, and that will make me the happiest man alive.”
“No,” she says again, holding me stare. “I want to do what you just did for me. I want to make you feel good. I want to watch you let go. I want…everything. Just as bad as you, Owen.”
Everything.
That one word causes my heart to stutter in my chest.
Christ, this woman.
