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I wrap my hand around him, feeling him pulse against my palm, and wrap my lips around his tip again. He groans, sucking in a breath through his teeth as I roll my tongue over the swollen flesh, licking up the dripping pre-cum, enjoying the salty taste of him more than I want to admit. His hand presses against the back of my head, not hard enough to push me further down, but I can feel that he’s restraining himself from doing exactly that. He wants to fuck my mouth, I can feel it, and the idea of that turns me on more than I would have ever thought. More than it should.
Slowly, I take him in my mouth again, inch by inch, sliding my tongue down the underside of his shaft as his swollen cockhead nears the back of my throat. It’s a struggle to get him even that far, but I’m determined to take as much as I can. It’s beginning to feel like an accomplishment, the idea of being able to suck his cock well, seeing the pleasure on his face. I feel an odd determination to be good at this—or as good as I can be, anyway, when I’m meant to be inexperienced at it.
Theo groans, his fingers still wrapped in my hair, his eyes closing briefly at the pleasure when he pushes into my throat. He groans when I choke around it, my throat muscles spasming at the intrusion.
“Christ,” he curses, hand flexing in my hair. “I can’t—”
I realize he’s close, his cock throbbing on my tongue. I wrap my hand around the few inches of his cock that I haven’t yet managed to take, stroking as I keep him at the back of my throat, thrusting shallowly as I feel his hips start to twitch. I can feel him shuddering with pleasure, and I tighten my lips around him, doing my best to make him come.
It doesn’t take much. I hear a guttural sound of pleasure, feel his cock stiffen in my mouth, and suddenly it’s flooded with him, filled with the salty taste as his cum coats my tongue and shoots down the back of my throat, and I struggle to swallow it all, coughing and choking as Theo realizes the difficulty I’m having and pulls his cock free, resting the tip against my mouth as his cum spurts over my lips and chin.
“Fuck,” he breathes, his hand wrapping around his own length as he moves his still-dripping cock over my lips. “You look fucking gorgeous with my cum on your face.”
“I’m sorry,” I manage, swallowing what’s left in my mouth convulsively. “I tried—”
“Don’t be sorry,cailín álainn,” he murmurs, his cock still resting against my lower lip. “You were a good girl, to try so well. And seeing it all over your mouth, like this—” he shudders, and I realize he’s still hard. His cock hasn’t softened at all.
He reaches for me, lifting me to my feet as he guides me towards his desk, his hands fumbling with the button of my jeans. “You did so well,” he murmurs again, his mouth grazing over mine as he yanks the zipper down, his teeth nipping at my lower lip. “Such a good girl. You deserve to come, too.”
I blink at him, startled. I’d expected him to fuck me, but instead, he pushes me down into the chair behind the desk—hischair—as he drags my jeans down my hips with his other hand, more roughly than he’s handled me before, as if he can’t quite control his desire.
“Let’s see how wet that sweet pussy is from sucking my cock.” His voice is rough and low, sending thrills of desire over my skin as, to my shock, he kneels down in front of me, grasping my thighs and pushing them apart.
I know what he’s going to find. My panties are damp, clinging to my skin, my clit throbbing. His cum is still all over my mouth, glazing my lips and chin, streaked down my throat now, and I can see the raw lust in his face as he looks up at me from between my legs.
“Ah.” His fingers trace over the damp gusset of my panties. “Such a good girl, to get so wet while sucking me off.” I’d chosen thin silk for my underwear today, and he curls his fingers around the fabric, yanking so hard that it tears as it drags down my hips. He pulls them down the rest of the way, taking both them and my jeans off and tossing them aside.
“Take your shirt off,cailín deas,” he murmurs, his fingers sliding up my legs, and I can’t think of anything other than to obey. I’m trembling with desire and shock, unable to quite believe what’s happening. I’d intended to get him off and then go upstairs—cognizant of the timetable he said we were on and my intent to make sure the security stayed with us, and now somehow I’m half naked in a chair, my husband’s cum dripping down to my collarbone and his lustful gaze fixed on me from where he’s kneeling between my thighs.
I pull the silk blouse over my head, tossing it aside numbly, leaving me in nothing but the lace bra I’d put on beneath it. He nods at it wordlessly, and I reach behind my back, unclasping it and letting it join my shirt. I’m naked on the leather seat, legs spread, my husband kneeling in front of me, still fully clad in his suit, down to the tie still neatly done around his neck.
“So wet.” His fingers spread my folds open, stroking along the sensitive flesh, and I shudder, gasping as he leans forwards to flick his tongue against my clit. “I’m going to make you come just like this, sweet girl. I’m going to make you drip all over that seat, so that every time I’m in here, I can imagine this moment.” He licks my clit again, slowly, rolling his tongue over me until I cry out, his fingers still holding me spread apart for him. “I’m going to fuck you on every surface in this house when we get back. There won’t be a place you can sit or stand where I won’t have eaten your pussy or fucked you until you came all over my cock.”
The moan that slips out of me at that is like no sound I’ve ever made before. I’m shivering with desire, all of me taut and aching for more, imagining him making good on his promise, listening to every filthy word that drips from his tongue with that seductive Irish burr, an accent that I never knew could turn me on so much until Theo. I’ve forgotten who he is in this moment,whathe is, why I’m here—every reason for this except how good his hot tongue feels on my clit, licking and rolling and circling over me right where I need it the most,howI need it the most. I realize dimly that he’s stroking his own cock as he licks me, too aroused not to touch himself while he makes me come, and Iamgoing to come, much faster than I anticipated.
“Lick your lips,” he murmurs hoarsely, pausing just long enough to make me cry out in protest. “Lick my cum off your mouth when you orgasm,milis. I want to be in your mouth when you come for me.”
I’m aroused beyond belief. I never knew I could be this turned on, trembling from it, aching for an orgasm, and wanting to delay it as long as possible, all at the same time, because it feels so good. His lips fasten around my clit, sucking it into his mouth as he presses his tongue beneath the stiff flesh, and I open my mouth on a scream of pleasure as I remember his instruction and lick the cum off of my lips.
Somehow, itdoesmake it better. All of it coalesces—the pleasure of his mouth on my pussy, the taste of his cum, the sound of his hand stroking over his cock in a steady, hard rhythm—and I buck against his mouth, grinding against his face as I grip the arms of the chair and come hard on his tongue, feeling the climax flood through me as I moan helplessly, crying out again and again as I come harder than I think I ever have before.
Theo stands up, and I catch one glimpse of his throbbing cock clenched in his fist before he reaches for me, pulling me up by my arm and spinning me around. He didn’t handle me this way last night, sure and firm, but I find that I don’t care. I’m still pulsing from my own orgasm, the pleasure fluttering through me in delicious aftershocks, and I don’t hesitate as he bends me over the chair, grabbing onto the arms again as I feel him line up his cockhead with my entrance and thrust it inside of me.
“Tell me—if—it’s too—rough—” he manages between breaths, his hands gripping my waist as he thrusts again. He feels bigger from this angle somehow, longer and thicker, stretching me as much as I can take or more as his hips rock against me, and a guttural moan slips from his mouth. “I don’t—want to hurt you.”
I realize with shock that I’m going to come again. His cock is sliding over every awakened nerve ending inside of me, feeling as if he’s somehow touching my clit from the inside; my body still shaking from my first climax, and yet another is already building. My knuckles are white where I’m gripping the chair as he fucks me, his hips pressed against my ass with each thrust, and I wonder if it’s going to be some sign of my lack of innocence if I come from this, without him even touching my clit.
It doesn’t really matter, because I can’t stop it.
“It hurts a little,” I whisper, and that’s true. His cock is almost too big, certainly too big to slam into me the way he is, each long stroke feeling as if it goes further than his cock ought to be able to. “But please don’t stop.”
“Oh fuckingChrist,” Theo swears, his hips stuttering as he shudders behind me. “Oh god, I’m going to fucking come.”
I feel his hips snap forward, pushing me down into the chair as he thrusts once more, so hard that I scream from pain and pleasure all at once, my body erupting into another orgasm as I clench around him. His growled moan mingles with it as I feel him flood me, his cock erupting as he comes hard, grinding into me as he gasps my name.
“Marika, ohfuck, fuck, Marika—”
He holds himself there for a long moment, shuddering, his hands on my waist hard enough to bruise before he suddenly pulls out of me, lifting me up and turning me to face him.
