Page 69 of Painted Truths

My chest is rising and falling so fast that I can’t seem to get enough oxygen into my lungs, and I’m afraid I may just pass out from the glorious anticipation. Two goddamn years of it.

Without skipping a beat, she leans forward to draw her pointed wet, pink tongue through the slit, closing her eyes while lapping up my precum like it’s the most mouth-watering thing she’s ever tasted.

“Mmmmm…”

Raising her eyes to mine, she encircles the head with her red painted, pillowy lips and grasping the base in one hand, she moves her warm, wet mouth down further and further, taking in as much of my length as she can before I hit the back of her throat, making her gag.

The sound makes my balls tingle when she retreats up to the swollen purple head of my cock before swirling her tongue around as she licks me like her favourite lollipop. The slurps and moans from her mouth make my balls draw up almost painfully with the need to fill her with myself.

Her free hand slides around to grab my ass, pulling me impossibly closer, her eyes and actions begging me to fuck her mouth into oblivion.

And being a man of action, that’s what I do.

I withdraw my dick from her mouth, a trail of her saliva mixed with my precum keeping us joined as more saliva drips down her chin.

Running my thumb along her bottom lip, smearing that red lipstick she wears so beautifully, I force it inside her mouth before telling her, “Loosen your jaw.”

My voice is low, hoarse with need.

“Good girl.”

My words send a shiver through her as I lace my fingers through her blonde tresses, holding them above her head so tightly that she won’t be able to move even if she wants to.

Using my other hand, I take hold of my dick and thrust it in her waiting mouth, driving it all the way back until her eyes water and her gag reflex kicks in.

“Relax your throat, Peaches. Relax.”

For a minute, I don’t think she’s able to until I thrust forward, hitting the back of her throat, only to feel the muscles unfurl as she opens to take me to the root.

“Yes. That’s it, baby. Take me.”

And that opens the floodgates. I draw back and begin to pummel her mouth with my cock, gripping her hair tighter and tighter, giving her all I’ve got because I can’t hold back any longer.

This marking of her, claiming her in this moment, making her mine. The thought sends a tingling wave of pleasure down my spine, landing in my balls.

I’m seconds away from blowing my load down her slender throat as I choke out through gritted teeth, “Take it, baby, take it all.”

She raises her eyes to mine, as much as I’ll allow with how tightly I’m holding her hair. The sight of her taking my cock so willingly with tears and saliva streaming down her face is too much.

I still my pistoning hips to come in hot spurts down her throat, my dick pulsating in her warm, wet mouth, with a roar I know the entire floor had to have heard, though I don’t give a rat’s ass.

I hold my cock in her mouth as we stare at each other for several long minutes, not wanting to sever the connection, until I feel myself begin to soften. Then, pulling out and stepping back to give her space to move, she stops me as she bends forward to place a chaste kiss on the top of my depleted length before leaning back and running her tongue along her lips to taste the last of my essence.

I can feel my lipstick marked cock stir again at the picture she makes, so deliciously dishevelled with my cum and her spit all over her chin.

Tugging up my pants and haphazardly doing up the zip, I gently lift her from the floor, her eyes holding mine the entire time, still shining with innocence despite the deviant act we’ve just committed.

That combination of innocent sinner she pulls off so well is more intoxicating than any fine liquor, and I freely admit, I don’t think I’ll ever have my fill.

Picking her up, bridal style, I carry her to the couch in my office, where I lay her down as if she is the most precious thing in the world. Because she is.

As surely as I know my own name, I know now that after being near her, even just reading her replies to my emails, I can’t go back to the world I lived in before she was a part of it.

She wipes her delicate fingers across her drenched chin as her other hand checks her tangled hair, her lips turning up in a self-deprecating smirk upon finding my handiwork.

I sigh deeply before forcibly ejecting the unwanted words.

“I have a meeting I can’t miss across town, Peach.”