“I want to make you feel good, Gray,” she moans in return.
But then I pull out again, flip her onto her back, and say, “I have to see your face when I make you come.”
“Please!” she squeaks in desperation. “Oh god, Gray, I need it so bad!”
“Yes, my little piece of filth, I’ll give it to you.” I thrust in and fill her up. But then I lean back. One hand pulls her right leg away, and the other hand plays with her clit.
She huffs and thrusts herself at me, “Fuck, yes, please, Gray, please!”
“You’re close again?” I tease.
“Yeah!” she whines.
“Tell me where my cock is, baby.”
“In my pussy,” she pants.
“No, baby,” I slow down. “This isn’t your pussy anymore, is it?”
She gasps, “This pussy belongs to you, Gray. It’s your pussy!”
“That’s right, you filthy little slut,” I rasp while speeding up again. This time, the sensations are too much and Harlow erupts on my cock. Her hands desperately grasp at the bedspread as her back arches. She mutters nonsensical sounds and her eyes roll back in her head, showing only the whites. Meanwhile, I bang her like a drum and keep the beat on her clit. I cock my hips against her and grind harder into her G-spot. She screams even louder as a second orgasm rushes through her body.
As her scream dies down, my own comes. With a roar, I toss my head back as my hips strain.
“Fuck…YES!”
It’s my turn now. Hot come shoots into Harlow and she moans for it all, sucking it in deep. I want everything the woman has to give me, so I toy with her clit again as she takes my male liquid. She begs me to stop, saying she’s too sensitive, but I merely kiss her again, while my hips thrust continue to thrust, making her squirm with pleasure.
My sweat drips onto her chin, so I lick her clean there before I kiss her again. I pant, “You’re amazing, my little slut.”
She doesn’t even blink at the derogatory term. Her voice is merely breathy as she gasps, “Thank you, sir.”
6
Harlow
A few weeks later, I find myself nude on Gray’s lap in his office. His assistant has gone home for the day, but she also knows never to barge into his office, so we have plenty privacy. Gray’s scrolling through Pornhub and settles on the “blow job” category. His lips graze my ear as he murmurs, “How about her?”
I blush and giggle. “What do you mean?”
“She looks a lot like you, don’t you think?”
I laugh. “She’s so much prettier than me.”
He cups my chin to get my eyes on him, that blue gaze fierce.
“Don’t ever say those words in front of me again. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met. So don’t lie to me, Harlow, by referring to yourself as anything less.”
I’m struck by his serious demeanor. “Yes, sir.”
He releases me and selects the video. We watch as she gets to work, her tongue slathering a man from root to tip. Gray whispers, “Does that look like fun to you?”
“Yes,” I murmur, my eyes are glued to the screen.
He skips ahead to the next part, and now the woman’s on her knees in front of her partner, cupping her breasts with her mouth open as she awaits his ejaculation. “I love the look on her face, sweetheart. It’s like when you look up at me when we’re making love.”
I bite my lip, then say, “Yes, but you haven’t come in my mouth yet.”
He winks.
“I know, but it’s coming, sweetheart. You can be sure of that.”
I giggle and he moves onto a face-fucking video with the same girl. The actress’s eyes are watering as her partner thrusts between her lips. She gags when he finally pulls out, but she doesn’t get much of a break because in an instant, he’s sliding back in. I squirm uncomfortably, even as my swollen pussy lips grind against the hardness in Gray’s slacks.
He asks, “What do you think about trying this?” Before I can answer, he strokes my throat and quietly says, “I want to fuck your gorgeous throat, Harlow. Will you let me?”
It’s always been a fantasy of mine, but my last boyfriend Everly was an inept feminist who couldn’t have been more out of his depth when it came to the sack. He objected, blabbering something about how he wanted to treat me with respect. Ugh.
But I didn’t want Everly to think I was trashy, so I backed down. Now, the opportunity has come, and I want Gray to take my throat as hard as he took my pussy.
“Maybe,” I say in a coy voice, pulling at one of my nipples until the peak is stiff and pointy.
“Yes or no, my little pet? There are no maybes between us.”
I pretend to think.
“It might hurt though. I’ve never had a man that deep in my throat before. Do you think I could handle it?”
His hand strokes up my thigh and he gently chuckles.
“I think you can do anything you set your mind to, sweetheart. Also, I want to do that to you. I want to feed you my whole cock, until I can feel the muscles of your throat struggle against me. I want to watch your beautiful eyes water as you realize you can’t breathe. But you don’t fight it because you know this is what I want. Because you want to make me feel good.”
I’m shocked at his description of the act because it seems
