Nathan lifted his chin, but he didn’t stop my hands from skimming over the hard plane of his chest. At first, anyway. After a few passes, he dropped a palm on my stomach and pushed me flat on the desk, once again. “You’re not in control here,” he warned softly.
I watched his dark lashes dip over his gorgeous gray eyes and shivered, thrilling at the way his abs rippled, his every move elegantly controlled and as graceful as a cat. With a possessive curl of his lip, he ran the back of his hand over my lips. I could smell my scent on his fingers as he ordered in that oh-so-velvet voice, “It’s high time I inspect every crevice and fold.”
An eager sigh erupted from my throat. Every crevice and fold? I liked the sound of that. I closed my eyes in anticipation, expecting his fingers to burrow between my pussy lips once again. Instead, he grabbed my shirt, and pulling it up over my head, wrapped it around my wrists, half-trapping my hands.
I opened my eyes, watching his heated gaze drop to my pink satin bra. His hands followed.
“Yes,” I panted as he palmed my breasts.
What started off as a featherlight touch turned hard in seconds. I liked his style. I liked my sex a little on the rough side. I wanted a guy who knew what he wanted and took it. He didn’t seem to have a problem with that. Lowering his handsome head, he squeezed a breast, and angling it up, latched on, satin and all. I gasped as he sucked the entire areola area into his hot mouth and pinched my other nipple, hard. An electrical current ran straight down the line of my stomach to my nether region, making me cream even more. His mouth felt incredible. He certainly knew how to suck. I pounded his desk again, unable to hold still. The way he pulled, twisted, and bit my nipples alone nearly brought me to the brink of climax. If his mouth could provoke such sensations, I wondered what his cock could do. No doubt, it’d tip me over the edge on the very first stroke.
Suddenly he let my breasts go and stood back. “Open your legs wider,” he said, lowering his lashes.
Before I could respond, he grabbed my knees and spread them wide, baring my pussy to his intense gaze. I swallowed, my heart skipping a beat.
“I wonder if this little pussy tastes as good as it looks,” he murmured. “Let’s start the inspection here, shall we?”
The thought of his mouth on me took my breath away. It took me a few seconds before I managed to moisten my lips and croak a desperate plea of “Please.”
Nathan shot me an amused smile and ever so slowly, bent down, dropping to one knee to clamp his sexy, billionaire mouth over my clit.
My orgasm took me by surprise. In two seconds flat, it rose from my inner core and rolled over me in body-wrenching, powerful waves. “Y-y-yes!” I screamed, jerking bolt upright to grab handfuls of his hair as the burning heat of my climax rose to possess me entirely.
Oh, he knew exactly what to do. As I spasmed my relief against his face, he extended my pleasure by biting my clit and thrusting his hot tongue deep into my shuddering hole. I gasped, riding his face as my pussy walls continued to clench. He waited until the waves began to subside before he burrowed his stubble-dotted jaw deeper between my labial lips, branding my pussy with tiny pinpricks of pleasure. I began to shake again and another orgasm rose. Caught in the throes of pleasure, I could do nothing but jerk against him in the longest orgasm of my life. Finally, I collapsed back on the desk, weak and exhausted, and rolled my eyes. Really, Gia, couldn’t you have held it back just a bit? You came way, way, waaaaay too soon.
At the sound of his deep chuckle, I glanced up.
“A little excited, are we?” he murmured, clamping his long fingers around my wrist and pulling me up. “You’re not done yet.”
I smiled at that, letting him pull me off the desk. As my feet hit the floor, he placed one hand on my shoulder, guiding me to a kneeling position as he unzipped his pants and released his massive cock, at last.
I caught my breath in pure awe as the huge, veined shaft dipped and bobbed before my face.
“Let’s inspect your mouth, shall we?” Nathan suggested in his sexy baritone.
Mesmerized, I watched as he stepped forward and brought the tip of his penis—glistening with precum—to rest directly upon my lips.
“Suck,” he half-growled, nudging my mouth with the head of his swollen dick.
I fluttered my lashes at him. Now, it was my turn to be the one in charge. Grabbing his cock with one hand, I reached between his legs to cup his balls. Whoa, what a pair of testicles. They were huge. I teased them with my fingers as I traced the underside of his cock with my tongue, from the base to the very tip and then down again. He liked it, adjusting his legs so I could reach his balls. He smelled good. Fresh. An exhilarating combination of musk and soap.
“Yes, baby,” he moaned in approval.
I teased his huge ball sac, outlining it with my tongue. It didn’t entirely fit in my mouth. He didn’t seem to care, though. He began to move, rubbing his shaft over my cheek and hair as I nipped and tasted, and then finally, he pried me away, to press his cock against my lips once again.
“I’m going to feed you my dick,” he said, pushing harder.
I grabbed his balls again and gave them a little squeeze. Drawing my head back, I ordered, “Lay down.”
He lifted a brow at the demand.
“Oh?” I asked, somewhat amused. “You think you’re the only one in charge?”
He chuckled and in a deft maneuver, swept me from my feet to whirl me back against his desk. “Yes,” he replied unapologetically. “A dog can have only one master.”
Meow. I admired the strong force of his personality. It reminded me of my own. Lowering my lashes, I purred, “Not this bitch. I’m my own master.”
I twisted out of his grasp, drawing his arm behind his back and forcing him to pivot around. He lost his balance, only for a moment, but it was enough for my purposes. With a well-timed shove, I toppled him back into his pricey million-dollar, unique Pininfarina’s Aresline Xten chair and before he could even think of moving, dropped between his legs, wearing only my pink satin bra.
As I grabbed his rock-hard cock between my hands, I heard him chuckle. “Open that mouth of yours, baby, before I explode.”
I grinned. So, he enjoyed a bit of manhandling himself, did he? I lowered my gaze to his manhood standing erect in my hands, a jutting pillar of marble. I shivered in anticipation. I’d never been so turned on before at the mere thought of giving someone a blowjob. I licked my lips, slowly, teasing him one last time and finally parted my lips, inviting him inside. He was long past ready. Grabbing my head between his hands, he thrust the soft, velvety head of his dick right into my mouth. I gated his speed with my teeth, watching his gray eyes widen as I grazed his shaft. He paused, giving me a lopsided smile and an acquiescing nod, acknowledging my control.
“Good boy,” I murmured, rewarding him by running my tongue over and around the tip of his cock, tasting and teasing.
And then, the real sucking began.
I had him moaning by the third strong suck. I grinned. He was putty in my hands now. He closed his eyes and leaning back in his chair, placed his hands behind his head, clearly reveling in the sensations of my eager, hot little mouth. I loved watching him. The moonlight streamed through his office window bathed his sculpted body in a silvery glow. The man was fucking beautiful. His washboard abs rippled as he rolled his lean hips forward in short, jerking strokes, fucking my lips with just the head of his cock. I leaned into his lap and took more of him down my throat. Controlling my gag reflex, I accepted his cock inch by inch until I finally buried my nose in his pubic curls. I’d never deepthroated a cock of his size before. Yeah, my throat strained and stretched over his girth, but I took him to the base. He grabbed my head, anchoring me to his groin, and flexing his hips, drove his dick even deeper a few times before I pushed off for a breath of air.
“What a mouth,” he groaned, as I drew my lips off his cock.
I grabbed his dick and swirled the tip of my tongue down into the eye. He held still,
the sexy grin playing around the corners of his sexy mouth announcing he liked that little trick, and then I returned to licking the underside of his shaft again.
This time, he wasn’t in the mood to wait. “Take me,” he demanded, grabbing his cock to spank my lips with the tip. “Deep.”
There was an urgency in his voice I hadn’t heard before. I grinned, enjoying the power I held over him, if only for a few minutes. I parted my lips, but he wanted my mouth wider. Slipping a thumb between my teeth, he urged my lips further apart and then he pushed my head back down over his shaft. I accepted his penetration with a throaty moan of pleasure, tasting the salty sweetness of his precum on my tongue as the head of his dick slid down and hit the back of my throat.
He pulled most of the way out, slowly, before thrusting in again, but he’d only managed about three of these lustful strokes, when the buzz of his cell phone interrupted us. He stopped thrusting, but threading a hand through my hair and keeping his cock still fully embedded in my throat, he snagged his phone from the desk and put it to his ear.
“Report,” he demanded.
Reality came crashing back once again. Well, he had me again. With his cock stuffed down my throat, I wasn’t going anywhere fast this time, either. I could only watch as he listened to the small voice murmuring on the phone, but with each word, his cock only grew. I blinked, astonished, as the dick in my throat swelled, turned even harder, a granite kind of hard. Apparently, the report he’d requested was turning him on.
His reaction excited me, and I wrapped my lips around his girth once again and began to suck, as best as I could. He liked that. Closing his eyes, he resumed his thrusting.
“Right then,” Nathan finally said into the phone. “Great job.”
With his gorgeous gray eyes still closed, he hung up and tossed his phone back on the desk before he began driving his shaft into my wet mouth even faster. Tremors of excitement rolled through me, making my pussy even wetter than before. His pubic curls tickled my chin as his balls slapped my neck.
The wet pool of heat returned between my thighs in a rush.
He fucked my mouth in earnest then, his lean hips pumping his cock in long, dominating strokes as he used my throat like a pussy. His furious pace set my body on fire. I sucked and nipped complimenting his deep, claiming thrusts as my pussy began clenching again, begging to be filled.
He began to grunt, the sound joining that of his balls slapping against my neck. I could tell from his ragged breathing that he stood on the edge of his release. He paused a moment, as if struggling to contain himself, but it was already too late to prolong the pleasure. The next instant, his cock jerked and with a primal cry, he pulled my head against his groin, anchoring my mouth against his pubic bone and released his load deep inside me.
I’d swallowed before. I’d thought I was pretty good at it. But this man was an entirely different story than my previous experiences. The sheer amount of hot, salty semen spurting out of him shocked me. I couldn’t swallow fast enough. I began pushing back. He let me go, withdrawing his cock enough so I could catch my breath.
Thinking him done, I began to move back a bit, but he dropped his hands to cradle my head. “Hold still,” he grunted. “I’ve got more to feed you. Take it all.”
I smiled and locked my lips around his cock once again, admiring the way his long, dark lashes fanned his cheeks as he drank in the sight of my mouth sucking him dry. I swallowed again as he continued massaging his member to release his last load of hot jizz. Finally, his softening cock slipped from my lips, taking with it several strands of hot, sticky semen.
As I lifted my hand to wipe it away, he caught me by the wrist, stopping me. “So sexy,” he told me with a low, pleased chuckle rumbling his chest. “You’re so fucking hot with my cum dribbling down your chin.”
He flexed his hips and watched me, but if I thought Nathan Carr would sit back and relax in the afterglow of sex, I was dead wrong. Rising swiftly to his feet, he caught me under my arms and flipping me face down on the desk, inserted his muscular thigh between mine.
Alarm rippled through me. The freaking report. How had I forgotten about it again?
“Hold still,” he ordered, his hands dropping to my hips.
I blinked, surprised, as his cock, already stiff again, brushed my naked ass. I grinned and immediately began to relax. Of course. Nathan Carr wouldn’t be a one-shot wonder. He’d obviously need more sex. My alarm melted and excitement rose once again. I lay across the desk, my pussy awakening once more to twitch, reminding me it wanted something hot, large, and hard.
“A man of my position can’t take chances,” he grated in low tones as his fingers caressed my ass and pulled my butt cheeks apart. “Not with casual encounters.” He reached between my legs to cup my mound and slipped a few fingers inside. “There’s nothing here, but…” He let his voice trail away as he swirled his thumb around my puckered entrance. “Let’s finish this inspection, shall we?”
A man of my position can’t take chances, not with casual encounters. I knew what he meant then. He had no problem fucking my mouth or ass, but he wouldn’t risk impregnating me by driving that cock in my pussy like I wanted, and he certainly wouldn’t kiss me. That signaled emotional attachment. It was a little disappointing, but I understood. Surprisingly, I’d never tried anal before. The thought of his size and girth pummeling that tender hole filled me with a mix of trepidation and dirty excitement.
His gave my ass a light slap of a spank. “You need a real cock in this little ass,” he said in a husky, lust-filled baritone.
I moaned in reply, practically drooling at the thought.
He dropped his body on mine then and began to slide the length of his dick up and down my ass crack. He was a big man. Heavy. With his entire weight resting on me, I lay captive to his desires. Yeah, of course, I could’ve complained if I’d wanted to, but I sure as hell didn’t want to. I waited in breathless excitement, as he adjusted himself and pressed the head of his swollen cock right up against my puckered hole. My ass objected. He tried a couple of more times, before moving off me to rest his weight on his elbows. “You haven’t done this before?” he asked, sounding surprised.
“No,” I replied, arching my butt against his crotch. “But don’t let that stop you.”
He chuckled a little. I felt his bare chest rumble over my back, and then he leaned over me. I felt his arm stretching, reaching for something but the moment I moved my head to catch a glimpse, he pushed me back down.
“Relax,” he ordered as he moved a step back.
His fingers returned to my ass then, warm and slippery. Lubricant. Interesting. He obviously kept a supply of lubricant at his desk. I couldn’t complain. His fingers felt fantastic as they played with my resisting back entrance. He teased me a bit before, in one slick move, he forced three long, elegant fingers past my resisting rim.
I jerked at the sudden intrusion.
“Relax,” he ordered. “You’ll open easier.”
Relax? “You’re not going to fit,” I gasped. His fingers barely fit. His cock? Not likely.
He chuckled and lowering his body back on mine, grunted confidently in my ear, “You’ll stretch. Relax.”
He began nibbling the sensitive skin on the back of my neck. My heart began to race. As his mouth moved over my erogenous spots, he inserted another finger in my ass, preparing my body to receive his raging erection resting so hot and hard against my thighs. I gasped under his ministrations as he played my body like an instrument. He knew me better than I knew myself. I began to pant, bucking my ass against him, and then, his fingers left my tight, dark hole, replacing them with the head of his thick, hard cock.
“I don’t know about this,” I gasped.
He bit the side of my neck, causing me to shiver and arch against him, the move allowing his dick to work its way deeper into the ring of muscles, stretching me wide.
I froze, amazed at the incredible sensation and a different set of nerves I hadn’t known existed
suddenly activated to make my pussy cream as never before. He pushed his dick in another inch. I took a deep breath, knowing he had a lot further to go and knowing he’d never stop until he’d buried his dick straight up to the hilt. Licking my lips, I consciously forced my muscles to relax.
“Good girl,” he whispered huskily in my ear as he drove his dick deeper at the same time.
I drew a long, shaky breath.
“Such a tight little hole,” he murmured in approval. “Keep on taking it, baby. Take it all. Push your ass against me.”
I strained against his invasion, allowing his cock to work its way up my ass. My pussy got excited at the nearness of his cock and decided to reward me with the most monstrous of all climaxes. I screamed. Loud. The top-of-your-lungs kind of loud as wave after searing, incredible wave of pleasure lanced right through me. I writhed and wriggled beneath that hunky billionaire, the strength of my climax rendering me helpless and opening my ass even more. Nathan saw his chance to take his full satisfaction. In the midst of my spasms, he gripped me by my hips and wrapping his strong, muscular arms around me, penetrated my ass to the max, stuffing me like I’d never been stuffed before.
“Yes,” I drooled, my ass massaging his cock in the last throes of my passion. I couldn’t believe the strength of that orgasm. Why was I so excitable with him? I sure didn’t last long. It had to be the way he stretched me so tight.
As the aftershocks of my climax faded, Nathan began to concentrate fully on his own pleasure. He took my ass. Hard. Just like he wanted. Pumping into me with great, driving thrusts. In moments, his breath came in shorter gasps. I smiled, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, himself. With each stroke, he increased the pace until he reached a frenzied tempo, my ass now easily accommodating his driving thrusts.
Suddenly, he stopped, digging his fingers into my hips as with a deep moan, he signaled his release. A second later, he injected his cum deep inside my bowels, coating my insides with his hot spunk. He groaned, long and loud as he continued to shoot thick, hot spurts deep inside me, rope after sticky rope. I glanced over my shoulder, catching his expression with the corner of my eye, an expression of unadulterated bliss.
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