We were out in public, and my career wasn’t something I gambled with, ever.
“Put your leg on the chair for me, pretty.” He said as he stroked himself through his pants.
I was only in my bra, on the rooftop of his building, completely exposed from the waist down. Just as I had the thought, he undid my bra, too, and it fell to the floor with the rest of my clothing.
But I put my leg on the chair like he had asked me to, and he went between my legs. I could feel him inhale before licking. I moaned and cupped his head.
My voice sounded like it was amplified in the empty space, but that didn’t stop me from moaning.
“Ah, fuck!” I cried as he pulled my clit into his mouth firmly and then ran the tip of his tongue across it at lightning speed.
It didn’t take long; honestly, I think if that timer were running, he definitely would have outdone his last time.
After I came, I held on to his neck and caught my breath.
My leg shook against the metal arm of the chair, and he looked up at me with a smirk from between my legs. I scoffed and then stood.
“Pretty.” He said as he stood and walked a couple of feet from me. He unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. The shirt fell to the ground. Then he moved to his belt buckle. I stood there, naked as the day I was born, in a trance, watching him undress. The way his pecks flexed when he undid the belt, and the button of his pants made me chew my lip.
“Come here, pretty.” He called out to me right as he pushed down his pants and boxers. My feet moved like they had a mind of their own. Because before I knew it, I was standing right in front of him. Shit, maybe I was a better submissive than I thought.
He grabbed my neck. Holding me in place so we didn’t break eye contact.
“You know what else I miss?” He asked me.
“What?”
“The way your lips felt wrapped around my dick. Can you be a good slut and handle that for me?”
My eyebrow rose, and heat washed over me so quickly and settled between my legs. I clenched my legs together. He caught it because he called it out.
“I’m going to give her all the attention she wants in a minute. But right now, pretty. Put this dick in your mouth.” He groaned.
I leaned down and licked the tip of his dick. I sucked him as best I could. I could feel his veins slick against my tongue and jaw. It turned me on more. I couldn’t swallow his entire dick, but I tried.
“Damn, pretty.” He groaned as he jerked at the feeling.
I moaned as I sucked him; he groaned loudly. We both drowned out the soft hum of the music. I sped up and massagedhis balls as I sucked. It wasn’t more than three seconds before he was grabbing my hair and was cumming inside of my mouth.
I swallowed it, and then he stood me to my feet and gave me the sloppiest kiss.
He damn near dragged me toward the table that we were on and pushed the plates backward. He adjusted my leg so my knee was on the table. I groaned as he entered me and gripped the table runners.
We both cried out in unison.
He pushed my hair to the front of me and kissed my shoulder.
“Slide back on it pretty… yeah, just like that.” He rasped.
He fucked me and talked me through every single second of it. My pussy was drenched; I could literally feel my wetness sliding down my legs and falling at my ankles.
His hand gripped my waist tightly as he dug deep into my walls.
I whimpered as he fucked me.
“What’s wrong, pretty?” he asked me, taunting me.
I didn’t answer, just whined.
