“I can’t fucking get enough,” I growl around her pussy. My face is dripping with her essence, and I lick my lips and pull away to take a breath. I’m dizzy with lust when I stand, stare at her open, throbbing cunt, knowing I’m never going to be done with this woman.
“You’re going to have to sit on my face, day and night, Dove. New fucking job for you.” I run my fingers through her pretty pussy and twirl around the reddened knot mindlessly with my thumb, deciding what I want to do next.
She jerks and sits up. “No, no, no. My turn.”
Before I can figure out what she’s got on her mind, Honor pushes my body back until I stumble a few paces, standing right in front of the leather couch I have on the opposite side of the room.
She hops off the desk, stands in front of me, and loops both hands around my gym shorts. Quick as shit, she tugs them down to my ankles. My erection pops up, happy to be free and pointed at the woman he wants to penetrate. I grip my dick and run my hand up the length until a drop of pre-cum exits the slit.
“Mine,” Honor growls low in her throat. Then she lifts both her hands to my chest and pushes until I fall into a seated position on my couch. Once my ass lands on the leather seat, her knees slam to the rug. She places a small hand around the base of my cock and licks the pearl at the tip.
“Shit, Honor. I didn’t expect you to return anyth…”
She cuts me off by swallowing me down her warm mouth.
“Shit. Fuck. Damn. Babe…” I get out and thrust my hips deeper. She takes it. Fuck, she takes it all. Every goddamned inch, way down her throat. I curl my hand into the hair at her nape and grip it hard. She moans, proving that she likes a little roughness. Hell, the perfect goddamned woman, and she’s all for me.
Honor pulls back and then laps at every inch, as if she’s getting to know my cock better. With one hand wrapped around my length, she rubs in her saliva, stroking up and down, tighter at the base, a thumb swirl at the top.
“Suck me, Dove. All way the back. Want your lips on me.” I grip her hair tightly and tip her head back, touching her cheek with the head of my cock. “You gonna do what I say? Suck me the way I want you to?”
She nods, mewling with her desire.
“Words, baby. I want your words,” I remind her.
Her eyes are half-hooded and filled with desire. “I want to suck you the way you want it,” she whispers.
“Does it make you wet, sucking on me, knowing that beyond that door is a room filled with men and women who could come knock on the door at any time?”
She nods, even though I told her not to. I tighten my grip on her hair, pulling at the roots. “Words,” I grate between my teeth.
“God yes, Nick. Please, let me make you feel good.”
I ease her head back toward my cock so her mouth is hovering over the tip. The entire thing is bulging and ready to blow. It’s been too long since I’ve had a woman’s mouth on me.
She flicks at what she can reach with her tongue, sliding the tip into the slit at the top. I groan and let go of her hair, allowing her free rein to just get me off. “Just do me, babe. Do me how you want to. I’m so fucking gone for your mouth, your lips, your goddamned perfect pussy.” I thrust up into her mouth as she goes down, giving me the best blow job of my life. Poems and romance novels are dedicated to this kind of stellar head. I think Shakespeare probably wrote about it too.
“Fuck!” My balls draw up tightly. The edgy prick of pleasure and pain splits across my lower spine and flows through my groin. I curl my hand behind her neck. “Gonna come, Dove. You taking me down your throat?”
She hums and sucks harder, longer, with a wicked swirl at the tip before she takes me to the root, her nose against the close-cropped hairs at the base of my penis.
“Shit.” I cry out as the orgasm roars through my body.
“Fuck.” I thrust up into her mouth again, and she takes all of me.
“Damn.” The expletive leaves when the last of my release slides out of me and into her waiting mouth.
She swallows it all, lapping at me until every last shudder has left. I come to with her head resting on my lap, my softening dick a few inches from her face, and my fingers easing along the length of her hair.
Content.
Honor seems content, sitting on her knees, while I come down off my high. She’s giving me what I need in more ways than I could have ever possibly imagined. Submission and beauty.
I tap her cheek with my free hand. “You okay down there?”
She smiles, blinks prettily, and then nods.
“Dove, do I have to fuck your mouth again to get you talking to me?”
On that question, I’m gifted with her beautiful laughter.
“Crawl up here. I want your mouth on mine.”
“’K,” she says sleepily and stands as I pull up my pants and reach for her. She settles easily into my lap and against my chest.
I kiss her deeply and for a long, long time, wanting her to know that this was more than just a hook-up in my office. When I’m sure she’s been thoroughly thanked, I ease her back so I can look into her eyes.
“You know I didn’t intend this. I wanted to court you properly before we fucked.”
She smiles, and it lights up my heart. “I’m happy, Nick. Happy for the first time in
