A triumphant look comes over those handsome features.
“Then on your knees, little girl.”
I scoot between his legs, while he unzips his trousers. The sight of his gorgeous cock makes my mouth water. It’s simply the biggest penis I’ve ever seen, like an erect column with a rounded end. The shaft isn’t too veiny, and the skin is silken. First, I lick the head with a swirl, and gently take him in my mouth. I look up and wait for instructions.
“Go on,” he caresses my head. “Be my little pet.”
It’s strange, but I’m turned on when he treats me like an object or a possession. I stroke him with my tongue a few more times, and he tastes marvelous, salty and sweet at the same time. Hungrily, I drop my tongue to the bottom of his shaft, then slowly suck my way back up to the head. I take my time and savor Gray’s particular mouth feel.
I know the CEO likes it too. His quiet moans fill my head and I want to listen to them all night long. I keep taking him as deeply as possible and I want more, but the angle isn’t working to get him into my throat, and there are inches yet to go.
I touch his balls and pull my mouth from him to say, “Can you fuck my throat now?”
Gray doesn’t say a word as I suck his cock in my mouth again. He stands up, keeping me on him while stroking my hair. Then he gathers the long strands into a ponytail with his hand, and uses it as a guide to fuck my mouth.
Gray’s gentle at first, going in only as deep as I can handle, yet I’m trapped. My face is skewered onto him, and he has my hair wrapped around his fist. I can’t escape, even if I want to. But I’m thrilled to be his captive, like a toy to use for his pleasure.
Holding me tightly, Gray thrusts up to the back of my throat. He pulls back quickly to look at me as my eyes water and I choke a bit, but then I press forward and he takes that as encouragement. I’m so glad he understands.
He pushes even further and for the first time, I feel a cock force itself past my limits and deep into my throat. I have to consciously think about my breathing, my nostrils flaring delicately. His sack touches my chin and his hair tickles my nose. We’re sealed tightly together, and he’s buried in my face.
Yet I’m so happy to take him into me in any way, and my eyes water as he rasps, “Sweetheart, I want a picture.”
“Mm-hmm,” I moan. I want to give him everything. He makes me want to please him.
Gray whips out his phone and snaps a photo of the tears streaking my cheeks as my lips are pulled wide. God, there’s even a bit of drool seeping from the corners of my mouth, but I know Gray only likes that more.
Then he sets his phone down and begins to fuck my throat in earnest. This is so much better than my fantasy. He uses small thrusts and I can’t figure out why until I hear my own sounds, which are choked gurgles and moans. I push forward onto his cock, because I want him to know he doesn’t have to face-fuck me tenderly. But then I realize he wants me to be able to breathe, and I’m overjoyed that he has my well-being on his mind, even now.
I time my inhales to sync with his new faster pace. I feel his excitement in his cock as it thickens and firms in my mouth. He strokes my hair, rasping, “Little girl, you get me so hot.”
I can’t reply, but I lick him as he face-fucks me, and he gasps in response. I love the fact I’m his plaything. His dirty little secret. No one knows that we’ve been making love, not even my best friend Jane. Yet this has been a magical internship, and I can’t believe the summer’s passing so quickly.
He gets rougher with me, thrusting his whole cock into me on each stroke. My jaw aches and my face is wet with drool and tears. He looks down at me, adoration on his face, and says, “I’m going come down your throat, Harlow. Get ready.”
“Mmmmm,” I beg. My hands find his ass and I pull him into my face even more.
“Oh FUCK!”
Gray’s body shudders as he comes in my throat. I can’t taste much of anything because he’s buried so deep, but as he pulls out, I get a faint hint of salt. I make to swallow, but then he grips my chin firmly between two fingers, blue eyes burning.
“Keep my come on your tongue and stick it out for me to see,” he rasps.
I do, and Gray takes another picture.
“Now swallow. The protein’s good for you.”
I do and try to smile at him, but my face muscles are utterly spent.
Later that evening, Gray says, “I have a treat for you.”
I smile sweetly.
“Another one?” We’ve gone back to his place and he’s picked up some lobster bisque and hearty French bread for our dinner. I can’t really bite into the chewy bread because my jaw’s sore, but the soup hits the spot. I wonder how he knew it was my favorite, but then I remember that Gray’s known me since I was born.
“Yes, another one,” he grins. The doorbell rings, and I startle. I didn’t know we were having company, and make to hide. But he merely shakes his head and
