by Dark Angel
It continues until my body simply can’t endure more. My mind is exhausted, my muscles tense and pulsating, trembling with pleasure. But he goes on, making me cross a threshold that I don't even know exists.
I close my eyes and surrender to the inevitable. I let go of the world. My muscles tense and the whole universe explodes inside of me, my mind flooded by a tidal wave of pleasure.
I scream, an impossible cry of pleasure. What if the whole floor hears it? Let them enjoy the show, for all I care. My whole body trembles, my face, my arms and my legs. I throw my head back and close my eyes. Again, I feel his teeth digging into my neck and my body explodes once more, an impossible and powerful orgasm shaking every inch of my body and soul.
"I’m going to come," Connor groans, and that unleashes something inside me. Next thing I know, his cock is already out of my pussy and I’m on my knees in front of him; grabbing his thick member, I start stroking him hard. The moment I feel slight spasms running through the length of his shaft, I don’t hesitate, I just open my mouth and dive in, taking his whole cock into my mouth.
Not a second later and he’s gushing his load into my mouth, filling it up to the brim in the blink of an eye. I keep still as that happens, feeling thick strands of cum dripping out of my lips and down my chin, heavy beads of it falling down onto the carpeted floor. Ah, good way to start my career as CEO, staining the carpet.
"Office christened," Connor laughs brightly, sliding his cock out of my mouth and looking down at me. The moment he locks his eyes on mine, I simply swallow all the cum inside my mouth, allowing its saltiness to go down my throat.
"You know," I tell him, grinning as I stand up in front of him, "we should work late nights once in awhile."
"More than usual?"
"Yeah … just imagine this whole floor empty. Lots of rooms to christen, don’t you think?" I ask him, and we simply erupt in laughter.
"Now that’s an idea … maybe make a baby on top of the copying machine," he tells me offhandedly, but my heart skips a beat at the mention of the word ‘baby’.
"A baby?" I ask him, my voice more clear than usual.
"A baby," he nods. "Would you like to make one?"
Looking into his eyes, I feel my heart becoming lighter and lighter, a joyous happiness spreading over my soul. A baby? Yeah, I think I’d like that… I think I’d like to be a mother.
And so, I just give him the best answer I can think of.
"I’ll buy the best copying machine available."
Thanks for reading, Angels!!
