Profit & Lace: A Dark MMF Romance

by Abby Angel

  Carter looks down at my full round breasts barely concealed by the thin black lace of my bra. My nipples are achingly hard and straining against the lace. He takes about two seconds to appreciate my La Perla bra before yanking the cups down, leaving my breasts naked, exposed. I want to protest. It was one of my favorite bras after all, but Carter is leaving a trail of hot wet kisses down my breasts and over my stomach that leave me breathless, trembling, and wanting more.

  Carter’s lips reach the waist of my skirt and he drops teasing kisses around my navel before pulling off my skirt and tossing it in the general direction of his couch. My pussy is so wet the lace of my thong is clinging to my lips. I’m wet and ready, spread out on Carter’s desk in nothing more than my lacy black thong and the remnants of my bra, and Carter’s still wearing his pants. I push myself up onto my elbows and reach for his belt. He grabs my hands, pushing them away. I pout at him. Was it not clear how badly I need to fuck him, now?

  “You’re wearing too many clothes for this,” I say impatiently.

  “Trust me,” Carter says with a hint of amusement creeping into his voice just underneath the desire. “I promise you’ll have all the time with my cock you want baby, but first I want to taste every inch of that beautiful body. Now lie back and let a real man take care of you.”

  A fresh pulse of lust goes through my body at his words. I want that amazing tongue of his everywhere, now. Carter climbs onto the desk hovering over me. He looks down at me, and his tongue darts out licking his lower lip. I feel like I’m about to be consumed, and I shiver with anticipation. Carter lowers his mouth to my neck, licking and sucking at the sensitive hollow beneath my throat. I moan and thrust my hips up trying futilely to rub myself against the bulge I see straining in his pants.

  Strong hands press my hips down against the desk. “Stay still Eliza, or you won’t get what we both know you need.”

  I know he won’t stop. He can’t. I know Carter needs this just as badly as I do. The tension has been building between us since what feels like forever. Still the threat of being left wet and frustrated is enough for me to force my hips to be still and focus on what Carter is doing with his mouth. Once Carter is assured of my obedience his hands skate up my sides. He reaches behind me and sits up slightly so he can remove what remains of my bra. My breasts bounce as the underwire and scraps of lace are pulled off and cast aside.

  Carter wastes no time sucking one of my hard pink nipples into his mouth while taking the other one between his fingers. I moan as sparks of pleasure shoot straight to my clit. I’ve always had incredibly sensitive nipples, and Carter’s skilled fingers and tongue are driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as he continues to tease my nipples. Does he even know how good he is? Does he know I can get off just from the flicks of his tongue and the twists of his fingers? My body arches toward Carter straining against his hands. He moves his mouth to my other breast pausing to drop a kiss on my collarbone, before his fingers pinch my spit-slick nipple. Oh fuck, that feels so good.

  “Daddy, please fuck me,” I beg, truly desperate for some relief. My pussy is so wet I can feel my juices sliding down my thighs.

  “I told you I wanted to taste you first,” Carter says as he pulls back and drags my soaked thong down my legs, dropping it carelessly onto the floor. “God you’re gorgeous,” Carter says staring down at me.

  The sharp edges of lust in his voice makes me squirm just as much as when he bites and licks me, as he's trailing up the soft flesh of my thighs. Yes, finally. I can feel the ghost of his breath against my needy, aching cunt. I'm beyond ready for anything Carter can give me. I whine with impatience and frustrated lust as Carter teases me, further licking and biting at the juncture of my thighs. Finally, his tongue flicks against my hard swollen clit and I moan, loud and long. I’m sure anyone walking down the hall can hear me even in this soundproofed room and I don’t care. I don’t care about anything except Carter’s hot, wet tongue eating my pussy. My hips buck up wildly and uncontrolled as Carter buries his face in my soaked, pulsing pussy.

  Carter alternates between long slow strokes of his tongue against my lips, and sucking my clit and licking teasing circles around it. My heart's pounding wildly in my chest. Pleasure is spreading like wildfire through my body as Carter presses his tongue deep inside of me. I feel my inner walls clench as white-hot pleasure starts to unfurl in the pit of my stomach.

  Carter’s hands reach up to play with my nipples once more and I begin to sway my hips faster, grinding against his mouth. I can feel the beginning of my orgasm crawling up my spine. The white-hot pleasure is building, making me shake and gasp. My breath is coming in short sharp pants. I’m so fucking close. I bite my lip, digging my nails into Carter’s shoulders, and he slips a hand between my legs, two of his long thick fingers sliding easily into my slick pussy. I feel his fingers curl and press against my G-spot, rubbing in quick circles as his tongue flicks faster over my clit.

  “Oh yes Daddy, just like that,” I pant, raking my nails against his scalp.

  He lifts his head and looks up, his eyes boring into mine. “Are you going to come for me Eliza?”

  Carter moves his fingers faster, and hell yes I’m going to come for him. Every muscle in my body contracts, pulls taught, and I feel like a bowstring strung tight and ready to snap. I’m dizzy with desire and drunk with lust. Carter swirls his tongue around my throbbing wet clit and I feel heat spreading through my body. The drag of his fingers against my sweet spot is on the verge of pushing me over the edge. I can’t think. I can barely breathe. My pussy clenches around his fingers with every masterful stroke, and the only words I can say are 'please' and 'more.'

  Carter keeps his mouth on my clit, working it mercilessly with his tongue, as he starts to drag his fingers in and out of me, fucking me hard and fast. The rhythm of my hips is frantic, trying to keep pace with his fingers, my thighs clench around Carter’s head and finally the white hot bliss that’s been lurking at the edge of my senses explodes, sending pleasure hot like molten lava through my body.

  “Yes!” I scream over and over as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through my body. Carter licks me through the aftershocks of my orgasm, but slows his fingers down, finally pulling them slick and glistening from my wet folds. Carter presses his fingers to my lips and I lick them eagerly. I twirl my tongue around each one, sucking every bit of my juice off of them.

  As Carter's last fingers slip from between my lips, I sit up and reach for his belt. Carter's wearing way too many clothes for my taste. Besides, I can see his huge cock straining against his zipper, and I want it in my mouth.

  This time Carter doesn't stop me. I pull down his zipper, and push his pants and boxer briefs down as he kneels up on the desk. His cock springs free. Holy shit! It's bigger than I imagined and I’ve got one hell of an imagination when it comes to Carter. It's at least twelve inches long and as thick around as a soda can. I’ve never had a cock that big inside of me. I can’t wait to find out what it feels like, but first I want to taste it. Carter isn’t the only person who is good with his mouth.

  I lean forward and twirl my tongue over the head lapping at the beads of precum, as I use my hand to stroke his rock hard cock. I suck the head between my lips and Carter moans. I love the sound of man moaning for me because I’m working his cock just right, especially if that man is Carter. Something about knowing that making a big strong alpha male lose just the tiniest bit of control gets me off. Carter moans again and my pussy clenches.

  I pull my mouth away from his cock and a long glistening strand of precum mixed with my saliva stretches from my lips to the head of his cock. I pull back further until it breaks off clinging to my lip and dripping down my chin. I catch it with my thumb. Carter watches transfixed as I push my thumb between my lips and suck it clean. With the dirtiest moan I release it from my mouth with a loud, wet pop. I look up at Carter from underneath my lashes.

  “I love the way you taste,” I say, and I watch
as Carter’s cock twitches at my words.

  That’s enough teasing though. I want that big, perfect cock back between my lips. I lower my mouth to his cock and trace the vein with the tip of my tongue before sucking his balls into my mouth, while I stroke his diamond hard cock with my hand. I suck his balls, rolling them against my tongue.

  “Fuck, Eliza,” he says through gritted teeth.

  I pop his balls out of my mouth and lick my way back up his cock. I suck the head into my mouth, and his hands tangle in my hair as I begin to bob my head up and down going a little lower on each down stroke teasing him. I slide my hands over the firm round globes of his muscular ass as Carter thrusts that long thick cock into my throat.

  I feel the muscles of his ass flex and shift under my hands as he thrusts into my soft wet mouth. His moans of pleasure spur me to take him deeper until I’ve got all 12 inches of Carter’s cock filling my mouth. My lips kiss the base of his cock. I feel Carter’s cock twitch against my tongue. I start to bob my head up and down gradually getting faster. Saliva and precum smear my lips as I moan around his cock. Carter is hard and heavy against my tongue. The taste of the sharp salty flavor of his precum fills my mouth. I suck harder and bob my head in earnest. I want to taste more of him. I want to feel that big cock explode inside the tight wet hole of my mouth.

  The telltale twitch of Carter’s cock tells me that he’s about to cum. I slide my lips up his cock so that now I’m sucking just the head, and I'm using my hand to stroke the rest of his massive cock.

  “Fuck baby. Your mouth is so good,” Carter moans above me. His grip on my hair tightens and I speed up my strokes. I want to see just how much of his sweet creamy load I can take. I seal my lips around the head of his cock. Something about Carter makes me crazy. I crave every part of him, even his cum.

  “Fuck Eliza I’m going to --”

  The last word of his sentence is lost in a long low groan and he shoots rope after rope of thick creamy cum into my mouth. I try to swallow it all but there’s just so much. Carter’s cum fills my mouth faster than I can swallow it, dripping down my lower lip and chin onto my breasts. Carter leans back, pulling his still spurting cock from my mouth, covering my chest in thick white stripes of cum.

  Carter leans down, licking his cum from my breasts. He then brings his mouth to mine sharing his cum with me. I kiss him back eagerly chasing the flavor of his cum, and our tongues slip and slide over one another. Carter tastes like his cum and my pussy. Carter’s mouth tastes like us. His hands rub my breasts, massaging the rest of his cum into my skin. I’m going to leave the office smelling like sex and Carter. Sound proofing or not, everyone is going to know what we’ve done. The thought sends a fresh shot of lust through my veins. Carter’s cock is still as hard as steel. I feel his cock pressing against my thigh and my pussy still aches to be filled.

  “Please Daddy fuck me,” I say. My voice sounds desperate and needy even to my own ears, but this is Carter; I need it and for once I’m not above begging. Not when the object of my desire is close.

  “Oh yeah baby, Daddy’s going to fuck you so good.”

  Carter gets down from the desk, and grabs my legs pulling me so that my ass is right at the edge of the desk. He slides one, and then two, of his long thick fingers into my soaking wet pussy. I moan as Carter pumps those fingers in and out of me, my pussy pulsing around them aching with the need to be filled.

  “Oh yeah Eliza. You’re ready for my cock, aren’t you baby,” Carter says, pulling his fingers out of me.

  It’s a statement, not a question, but I still reply.“Yes, hell yes,” I say. I’m tired of waiting; I want Carter inside of me now.

  Carter puts my legs over his shoulders, the black leather heels of my Manolos pointing toward the ceiling. Carter rubs the head of his massive cock up and down against my swollen pussy. I squirm, trying to get his cock inside of me but Carter’s firm grip on my thighs holds me in place. Each time I think the head of that big beautiful cock is finally going to slip inside of me it doesn’t. It just presses lightly, teasingly against my opening. Carter’s teasing is driving me crazy, turning me into nothing more than an incoherent, naked, needy body. It seems like forever, anticipation and tension flooding my veins in a delicious cocktail of lust. I hold my breath waiting. I never want the teasing to end, and I want him inside of me. I’m a riot of conflicting desires, every nerve in my body exposed at attention.

  “Please,” I beg again, putting every drop of want and lust I feel into that one word.

  It must work because Carter finally relents. My heart hammers so hard I think it’s going to burst from my chest as the head of his thick cock pushes between my wet pussy lips. Oh God his cock is fucking huge. Every nerve in my body is lighting up, feeling the sweet stretch and burn of his long thick cock filling me up.

  I close my eyes and force myself to focus. I want to savor every single one of the sensations washing through me. My body is stretched to its limit as I take every single one of Carter’s 12 inches inside me. I swear my heart stutters and skips a beat as Carter pushes deeper inside of me. I throw my head about and let out a moan, long and high and animalistic. My brain is turned off. My body is in full control now, driving me on nothing more than instinct, lust, and raw need.

  “Fuck you’re tight baby,” Carter says, leaning down to kiss my lips. As the last inch of his cock is inside of me and I feel his sweat-slick skin brush the back of my thighs.

  With his cock fully buried inside of me, he stills, giving me a chance to adjust to his size.

  “Are you okay baby?” Carter asks.

  “Yes,” I say, my voice is shaky as the word tumbles from my lips.

  Carter drags his cock out of me and I gasp as he pushes it slowly back into me again. That’s the pace he maintains at first, a wicked, delicious, devastatingly slow slide in and out that has my body shaking and my mouth begging for more.

  “Can you handle more?” Carter asks, and I don’t miss the challenge, the dare, the edge in his voice that tells me I better be sure I know what I’m getting myself into.

  Well I’ve never been the kind of girl to back down from a challenge, and I sure as hell am not about to start now.

  “Oh don’t you worry. I can handle it,” I say, putting a note of challenge in my reply.

  Carter grabs my thighs tighter, his hard thick fingers pressing into my soft tender flesh, and he slams his cock into me hard, fast, and reckless. I love every second of it and start to move my hips, grinding down on Carter’s cock and loving the feeling of having my pussy stretched to its limit. It’s too much, and it doesn’t take long before I feel that familiar white hot heat of an orgasm spread through me. My back arches up off the desk as pleasure rips through my body, my pussy squeezing impossibly tight around Carter’s cock. I squeeze my eyes shut and I see stars, and feel pure bliss.

  When I can sense the world around me again I feel limp but incredibly satisfied, my skin sweat slick, and tingling. I look up and see Carter looking down at me a smug grin on his face, and his still hard cock inside of me.

  “Can you take more Eliza? Or have I worn you out?”

  “I can go just as long as you can,” I say, determined to keep pace with the beautiful, insatiable man above me.

  Carter swings my legs down from his shoulders and places my feet on the floor. I stand up and he turns me around so that I'm facing the desk. The heels on my six-inch platform heels put my ass at the perfect height for what I know Carter has in mind. I lean forward on my elbows on the desk, and my tight round ass is sticking up in the air. I spread my legs apart, eager to have Carter’s cock back inside of me.

  I sway my hips in a slow tantalizing back and forth motion, spreading my legs wider. I know that I’m giving Carter a perfect view of my pink, soaked, and pulsating pussy. Now it’s my turn to tease. I slowly reach underneath my body with one hand, and using my fingers, spread my lips apart.

  “Come on Daddy,” I purr, “don’t you want to fuck me?”

  I he
ar a low rough animal growl that comes from deep within Carter's chest. Then he grabs my hips and plunges his cock balls deep into me. I moan in ecstasy as his cock pistons in and out of me. His cock is touching every part of me. It’s so good. I can hardly breath. My fingers grip the edge of the desk and my breath comes out in short, sharp pants.

  “Fuck . .. yes . . . harder,” I moan, each word sounding like it’s being pushed out of me by Carter’s cock.

  Carter sets a relentless pace, fucking me beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I can’t imagine anything better than this. I’m a quaking mass of raw need pushed to my limit and all I can do is beg for more. My nails scrape uselessly against the desk, and Carter slides his hand underneath me, rubbing my clit. His fingers work quickly, hard fast circles that push me over the edge into a mind-melting climax of bliss I feel with every nerve in my body. My arms go limp and I drop down, my breasts pressed against the desk. My inner walls continue to pulse and squeeze around Carter’s cock. His strokes become frantic, erratic, and I can hear his breath stutter and feel his fingers digging deep into the flesh of my hips. I feel his whole body go tense and release as he moans my name.

  Hot ropes of cum fill my pussy, coating my insides as he comes deep inside of me. I moan as Carter’s cock spurts and twitches inside of me. My pussy is filled with cum and as Carter pulls his cock from me I feel his creamy cum slipping down my thighs. Carter drags his fingers through the cum on my thighs, and he brings those fingers to my lips, smearing the cum across my mouth. My tongue darts out, snaking around his fingers, chasing the taste of Carter. Fuck, why can't I get enough of him?

  Carter smiles at me devilish and dirty before his tongue joins mine. The two of us chase the flavor of his cum, licking his fingers clean before Carter wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. My breasts press against his hard pectorals, and we bring our lips together. Carter plunges his tongue into my mouth, tangling it with his own. There's something delightfully filthy about kissing a man’s lips when they’re sticky with his own cum.