I leaned forward and gathered that wetness onto my tongue, causing him to jerk and to hiss.
“…no, I’m fine. Continue,” Lynn hissed through gritted teeth.
The man on the other end of the line did, indeed, continue.
And so did I.
Fisting his cock with two hands, I backed him up and went down onto my knees.
His eyes flared hot, and he fisted his hand into my hair, his fingers diving so deep and clutching so hard that it actually stung.
I gasped, lips only a few millimeters from his cock, and looked up at him.
His eyes were hot, and his mouth was set in such a grim line that it almost looked like he didn’t want me to.
But then he slowly started to pull me forward, controlling the contact.
I reached out my tongue, closing the few short millimeters to his cock’s tip, and his eyes narrowed.
He pulled my hair back, moving my lips away, and he moved his cock forward and painted my lips with the precome that was beading on his cock.
“No, that should work. Is there anything else?” Lynn asked, obviously following along with the conversation even though I wasn’t.
“No,” someone answered. “Though I would like to talk about…”
I gasped when his hand tightened in my hair, the pain making pleasure zing through my veins at lightning speed.
The gasp opened my mouth up enough that he fed his cock inside, making me moan.
“No, I’m okay,” Lynn answered a question I hadn’t heard.
I was too busy being filled.
The thing was, I hadn’t realized that doing this would cause me pleasure. But there I was, getting off on him controlling our speed and how deep I took him, by his hand in my hair.
I was literally dripping wet, and my hand snuck down between my thighs to circle my clit, but just as I got my hand where it needed to be, he filled me so full that I couldn’t breathe.
My eyes flashed up to his as he held himself still, waiting for I didn’t know what.
“No, I’ll handle that myself,” he growled.
Was he talking to me, or to the man on the phone? Because I wasn’t quite sure who at this point.
I placed both of my hands onto his thighs, and his head nodded, as if that was exactly what he wanted.
He pulled back out of my mouth completely, and I gasped for air that I hadn’t realized I so desperately needed.
His grin was swift and a little bit cruel, knowing exactly what he did to me.
I swallowed hard and opened my mouth, and he pushed his cock back into my mouth.
This time, he teased the head against my tongue.
“Suck,” he ordered.
“I agree, it does suck,” a man replied. “I’m just waiting to hear more back from a couple of men in the justice department…”
I started to suck, focusing not just on my mouth and what it was doing to the meaty head of his cock, but on his face and how he took each stroke.
He seemed to like it when I was rougher, because when my nails started to dig into his suit-pant-covered thighs, his eyes dilated, and his mouth parted slightly.
I smoothed one of my hands up to cup his balls, and he licked his lips.
Another man got on the line then, this one with a squeaky, raspy voice that sounded as if he didn’t use it all that much.
He started talking about some men in prison, but I must’ve slowed down as I listened, because Lynn filled me up again, this time pushing past my gag reflex.
I choked and he chuckled.
I glared and tightened my hand on his balls, but he didn’t look scared. He looked intrigued, as if he didn’t quite expect me to do anything too bad to them.
And I wouldn’t.
But still, the threat was there.
He started to push in and out of my mouth again while listening to the men, and I started to squirm, wanting more but unable to get it.
He sensed this and pulled out of my mouth, his eyes hot.
“Up.”
“Yes, it’s really fucked up,” the raspy rough voice agreed.
I got up and turned my head to see his computer screens and gasped.
There were people on it!
What the absolute fuck!
There I was, my ass hanging out, and giving this man a blow job, and these men were…
“Turn around and bend over. They can’t see you,” he ordered.
I was shaking when I did what he said.
My eyes were going to every single screen that there was.
There were four men in total, all of them in a home office of sorts.
Lynn moved a keyboard and a mouse to a shelf behind his desk, then roughly shoved me down onto the wood in front of him, his hand on the back of my neck guiding my face down as well, but more gently than he’d forced my body.
I lay down until my face was pressed against the smooth wood, moaning lightly when the cool wood pressed against my overheated cheeks.
“You sure you’re okay over there?” one of them asked.
“Yes,” Lynn replied. “Just trying to figure out why my video feed went out. Continue talking. This is a new place. Few kinks to work out.”
As he said ‘kink’ I felt his cock line up with my entrance.
By the time he said ‘out’ he’d slammed inside.
I would’ve screamed if I had breath in my lungs to utilize.
Luckily, his hand had covered my mouth at the same time, just in case that was the outcome.
I all but melted as he started to move, my back going tight, and my ass pushing up to urge him on.
I was so wet that he slid in easily, much easier than yesterday.
And God, did I feel so filled.
So, so filled.
He was so big inside of me that there wasn’t an inch of unstretched skin that wasn’t surrounding him tightly.
My pussy felt like it was maxed out, and he was pressing on things even specifically designed G-spot vibrators couldn’t find.
He knew it, too.
He would pull out fast, only to slow down when his cock was halfway inside, sliding over one specific spot that was like a link straight to my clit.
Speaking of my clit, it was getting thwacked deliciously by his balls. Each time he pushed inside that last little bit, they’d swing up and tap me, not quite giving me enough to get off, but definitely giving me that something extra that was a teasing caress that showed what I would at some point have.
“Stay down or they’ll see you,” he ordered. “I have to make it look like I’m working on it.”
I was about to say ‘what the fuck does that mean’ when out of the corner of my eye, Lynn’s face popped up onto the screen.
All you could see was him from about mid-chest up. Still looking perfectly coiffed.
At some point during now and earlier, when I’d undone them, he’d fixed his buttons and tie, making it appear as if it was business as usual.
Only, it wasn’t.
He was balls-deep inside of me and pulsing to boot.
“Working on it. It’s a frayed cable or something,” Lynn explained.
He bent down as if to pick something up, and the movement on the screen matched the thrust of his cock inside of me.
My eyes nearly crossed.
“Continue. I’m holding it together with my fingers, but audio still works, gentlemen,” he lied.
He lied through his big fat…
His cock pulled out when his face once again blinked off screen, then he was putting each of his hands on my hips and thrusting so fast and hard inside of me that had he not shoved the folded handkerchief—where it’d come from I didn’t know—into my mouth, the scream would’ve broken glasses with its intensity.
“Oh, baby,” he whispered so low that I almost didn’t hear it. “You’re so fuckin’ naughty. I like it.”
“We can continue this call another time,” the raspy voice declared. “I’ve got what I need, and if I don’t, I’ll call again with
messages. This technology bullshit is something that I don’t like dealing with anyway.”
Lynn’s finger found my ass again, this time not stopping at just pressing against it, but slipping all the way inside.
I jolted on his desk, my head knocking into something that I hadn’t realized was there, and Lynn once again came back onto the screen.
For a second there, he looked absolutely savage.
His thrusting stopped, having seen what I saw, but his finger, however, did not.
It pushed all the way inside until the webbing was the only thing stopping him from going further.
His cock pulsed inside of me, desperate to move.
I, on the other hand, was desperate for him to not move.
Just the finger in my ass was going to set me off.
I could feel a wave starting to wash over me, to take me under.
“Ahh, you’re back,” the raspy voice said. “While I still have you, show me that new Glock you got. The prototype.”
I had no clue who this man was.
I also didn’t care.
Not one bit.
Because, when he leaned forward to get something out of a box up above my head, the move put his cock exactly where I needed it.
I came.
Hard.
So hard, in fact, that the entire desk jolted with my surprise.
My vagina pulsed around him, and then one finger became two in my ass as he slowly pumped into my backside.
Two went to three, and I saw stars.
Literally, they danced in my vision as I tried to blink to clear it.
I have never, not ever, experienced anything quite like it.
Lynn grunted and pulled a gun out of a box.
At the same time, his cock pulled out of my vagina, and I felt the splash of his cum as it hit my back.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
His face on the monitor hadn’t even changed.
I mean, other than looking absolutely savage.
Though, that might’ve been his default look when it came to him and talking with other people.
I lay panting in a pool of sweat, trying not to move, as Lynn slowly moved his fingers out of my backside.
But, just as I was thinking that this torture session was over, he slid his cock back inside of me, filling me full once again.
“The newest prototype,” Lynn grunted as he seated himself into me completely. Holding me there exactly where he wanted me. “Pretty fuckin’ sweet.”
I wouldn’t know.
I couldn’t see it.
He did something over my head, making the gun clang and click, and then he was setting something on my ass.
He held it up in front of his face, and the camera, so that the others could see it.
While he did, he slowly used his other hand to rub his release that covered my bare back—when had his shirt been pushed up?—into my skin.
“That’s nice,” someone said. “I’ll have to see about getting one. I’m still not sure how the fuck you got it.”
I was panting again, because this was all so fucking hot.
And how the hell did Lynn remain so goddamn cool and collected while fucking me?
Seriously.
And how in the world was he still so hard?
Weren’t older men supposed to be slower with the follow up sex?
Lynn was anything but slow, and his cock being so hard still made me want to laugh.
How had I lucked out finding an older man that knew what he was doing with his cock and had the ability to come twice in such a short amount of time?
Because that was exactly what he was doing.
Slowly rocking into me, so infinitesimally that I couldn’t even see him moving on the screen.
It was really interesting to watch, because his face could’ve been completely bored for all they knew. They had no clue whatsoever that he was inside of me. That he’d already come all over my backside. That his fingers had been…
I inhaled sharply when his hand squeezed my ass.
Hard.
Then the motherfucker spanked me.
So freakin’ hard that I jolted.
My head once again hit something, causing the screen to go black.
There was a button. Above my head.
All he had to do was press it, and the screen would turn off, taking away his video.
The gun hit the desk by my head, and he latched onto my hips.
“Press the button again. I need them to see me as I say goodbye. This is important,” he commanded.
Then he bucked into me so hard that I hadn’t realized he was holding a button down beside my face on the other side until I knocked his hand away from it with my head.
Shakily, I reached up and depressed the button.
“Sorry, gentlemen. I’m going to get off while I can. I’ll see about having this fixed through my tech guys. In the meantime.” He nodded his head. “I’ll keep you all updated via your secretaries and or advisors.”
Each man said their goodbyes and slowly blinked out, one by one.
I couldn’t see their boxes, but as one left, the boxes themselves would change shape, going bigger and bigger until the only thing left was one giant screen where Lynn was filling it.
“Sit up onto your elbows,” he ordered.
I did, and my pleasure-filled face and tits filled the screen.
Ahh, that made sense on why he wanted me to sit up on my elbows.
He now could get both views.
Each time he thrust into me, my tits would swing. My nipples were grazing the hard wood underneath of me and becoming harder and harder to the point where they felt like peaks of marble.
That familiar feeling started to creep up on me again, my body tightening with each punishing thrust of his cock.
It was like that until suddenly, it wasn’t.
Why wasn’t it?
Because he’d. Fucking. Stopped.
“Nooo,” I wailed.
He laughed before pulling out of me completely, turning me around, and perching my ass just barely on the desk.
“I want to see your face when you come,” he growled.
I licked my lips and looked down as his cock slowly worked through my folds.
It looked… obscene.
He was big, hard, thick and pulsing. He was covered in my juices, and the veins in his cock looked really freakin’ angry.
“Oh, God,” I breathed, looking at him.
He made a humming sound in the back of his throat, then said, “Hook your legs over my forearms.”
I did, and he pushed me backward slightly before filling me in one long stroke.
It felt fucking awesome.
The orgasm that had been on the brink seconds ago was once again right there. Teetering with me at the edge.
“I want to fill your ass up with my cock,” he growled, surprising me.
My eyes dragged away from where we were connected—God, I was stretched so tightly around him—to lock my gaze with his.
“I’m going to get in there,” he said. “Are you on birth control?”
I licked my lips.
“Yes.”
He growled something in his throat, then started to thrust back into me, not hard, but definitely not soft, either. The perfect strength.
I was so lost in his eyes that I didn’t see his hand move to my clit until he pinched it.
That teeter I was doing on the edge blew up.
I was sucked under, so fast and hard, that I barely had time to catch my breath before I screamed.
My eyes closed, and my mouth formed into a desperate line as my head fell back on my neck.
He grunted. Twice.
Then I could feel him once again jerking inside of me, filling me up with his hot come.
My breasts were heaving with each desperate breath I took, and when I finally was able to gain strength in my neck again and look at him, it was to find him staring at me with a grin.
“You’re insane,” I whispered. “There’s something inhumanly wrong with you.”
He snorted and pulled away, leaving me in a rush.
His release dripped out of me as he left me, hitting his desk and the floor.
I watched as he stepped back and reached for a handkerchief that was in his front pocket.
After cleaning himself off, and then cleaning off the floor, he wiped underneath the desk, then urged me down.
“Go to the shower,” he ordered. “I’ll join you there in just a minute.”
I didn’t bother to argue.
Couldn’t.
Instead, I hurried out of the room, shedding his shirt on the way, and practically sprinted into the shower.
Why?
Because there was something seriously wrong with me.
I was falling for a man that likely had no clue how much he was beginning to mean to me.
I made it into the shower, had the entire thing steamed up, and was frantically washing him from my body when I felt the difference in the air.
I turned around, surprised to see him even though I knew he’d be joining me.
Only, he wasn’t in the shower yet. He was slowly undressing.
He started with his suit jacket, taking it off as if he had all the time in the world.
I licked my lips and absently reached forward to clean off the glass, causing him to smirk.
I licked my lips, shrugging slightly.
“When a man such as yourself undresses in front of a woman, there’s nothing else that can be done but make sure you have a clear view,” I teased.
He grinned and started on his tie, slowly unknotting it from around his neck.
His eyes held mine as he pulled it all the way off and tossed it onto the counter.
His dress shirt followed shortly after.
I allowed my eyes to roam over his body as he started working on his pants.
His tattoos were still so surprising. A button-up, strait-laced mayor like him shouldn’t have so many freakin’ tattoos. Yet, he did. So freakin’ many.
They covered his entire chest and arms from about elbow up. And damn, were they sexy.
I would’ve never guessed that he was so… free.
His pants hit the floor, and that was when I saw that he was already barefoot.
I’d never seen him so… underdressed.
It was weird.
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