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Tess likes this, setting the bottle down and keeping her balance by flattening her palms on the desk. Massaging her thighs, I shove her skirt higher. One finger takes a trip up the middle and discovers what I already knew.
She’s so fucking wet for me she can’t cope.
“Right now I’m just going to worship you like the goddess you are. So lean back and get fucked by my tongue like a good girl.”
“Damn.” She throws her head back and lets me prop her legs up on my shoulders. “You are so insanely hot it should be illegal.”
If she has more to say, the words get cut off by a sigh of ecstasy when she feels the first stroke of my tongue. My cock throbs in my pants, no doubt envious of my tongue. I don’t need any damn whiskey. I can get drunk off the taste of her.
My tongue is just getting into the rhythm of teasing the orgasm out of her clit when her muscles tighten. She’s doesn’t hold back as she bucks her hips and moans out my name.
Note To Self: One of these days, get an audio clip of Tess when she comes.
Beats the stuffing out of any porn.
She’s still quaking when she slides off the desk. But she’s not too tired to make demands. “I want all of you. NOW.”
Sure, I can do that. My pants are down in a hurry and I flip her around. “Bend over, honey.”
Her ripe, toned ass is like the forbidden fruit of legend. So fucking tempting. But now’s not the time. My cock sinks into her pussy and now I’m the one who’s groaning. There’s nothing else like the feel of getting balls deep in her.
But her tits really deserve to be in my hands while I pound away so I tweak her bra open and cup my palms around them. We’re both sweaty and getting sweatier. She clenches around my cock and resists the rhythm on purpose. It’s taking every ounce of concentration to hold back the tide.
And I need to remind her of something. “You keep pushing back like that and you’ll wind up with Micah Junior in your belly.”
“Oh, fuck.” She arches her back and clutches the edge of the desk. “Don’t do that but keep talking about it.”
“Yeah, Tessie?” I push her hair aside. My cock swells dangerously close to eruption. “That’s the dirty shit you’re into, huh? You want me to finish inside you so you can feel my cum dripping out of your pussy until tomorrow?”
“Yes.” She’s whimpering now, shaking. “God, yes.”
FUCKING HELL.
This girl, I swear.
I’m crossing over to the danger zone but luckily she’s at her peak again. She comes so hard she lets out a scream. If anyone’s standing close to the other side of the door they might start to ask questions.
But I’m too close to the limit. I pull out and wrap my hand around my cock to release in my palm.
Miss Tessie has other ideas. She spins around, falls to her knees and moves my hand out of the way so her mouth can take over.
Perfect. If she wants to swallow then I’ll give her something to swallow.
My hands rest on her head so I can set the pace. And the pace I want is hard and rough. She takes it, letting me use her mouth however I want and it’s a damn shame that I’m already so close because I’d happily stay in this position for hours.
Tess doesn’t pull away when I shoot the whole load, coating her tongue and her throat. I keep an eye on her, interested to see if she’ll make a move to spit it out.
She does no such thing. She finally lets my cock pop out of her mouth, swallows hard, swipes the back of one hand across her lips and calmly rises to take a drink from the whiskey bottle.
Epic. Absolutely fucking magnificent.
Tess gives me the whiskey bottle and refastens her bra. Then she looks at the pieces of her expensive blouse and raises an eyebrow. I throw her my t-shirt.
She pulls it over her head with a laugh. “I like wearing your clothes. Reminds me of our first night.”
I close my pants and take a seat on a black leather sofa, hauling her into my lap. She gets cuddly, nestling against my chest. We spend a few pleasant minutes like that, just listening to the thuds of the club music and the rowdy hoots of laughter.
Tess uses one finger to trace my ink. The spot she’s focused on is an intricate skull wearing a spiked crown and a furious glare. My creation, the first piece I had stamped onto my skin after I got out of the prison cage.
