by Amy Brent
I brought my hands to her lace covered waist and nibbled on her plump bottom lip. “You did a phenomenal job, baby. The paper hat is a special touch.”
Jess giggled and glided her hands to my necktie. “I thought you’d appreciate the festiveness of it. Besides, I got the one with the extra thick elastic that can double as a restraining device if you decide to be adventurous on your birthday.”
My rock-hard cock twitched once more with desire and excitement. Ever since I first laid eyes on Jessica, I dreamt about fucking her in my office and knowing that I was about to make that fantasy come true made this, without a single doubt, the best birthday of my life.
“Today is all about you, daddy,” she continued while removing my suit jacket and shirt. She looked up at me from under her thick lashes with those wide and sexy eyes. “I want you to take me and fuck me in whatever way you want and as many times as you desire. I’m completely at your command. Whatever you order, I’ll obey.”
Hearing those words come out of my baby’s mouth nearly made me come right then and there. As a man who loved control, there was nothing sexier than a gorgeous woman submitting herself to my wishes, and there was no woman as gorgeous as my Jessica.
Quickly falling into that familiar place of sexual power, I flattened a palm at the small of her back and tugged her closer until my hard cock was poking at her soft belly. Her eyes fluttered and her mouth parted with a gasp that gave me the perfect amount of space to delve my tongue into her mouth and deepen our kiss.
Jessica was responsive as always and tightened her arms around me as her tongue danced with mine. She pressed her body closer to mine and ran her long nails across the skin of my back. The feeling was intense and hot and, as a result, the desire growing inside me became something almost unbearable.
Hungry with the need to enjoy my present, I fisted her hair and tugged her head backward, so our lips disconnected. “Ready to begin?”
With an excited gleam in her eyes, Jess nodded her head in reply. A wolfish smirk curled on my lips as I released her hair and guided her by the hand toward the window. Ever since I masturbated while overlooking the city and thinking of Jessica, I had fantasized about repeating that orgasm but with her mouth doing all the work, and that was exactly what I wanted to start things off with.
Once we came to a stop beside my chair, I kicked off my shoes and ordered, “Take off my pants.”
Biting her lips, Jess quickly reached for my belt. With impressive dexterity, she removed it and proceeded to remove my pants and underwear until I stood completely naked in front of her. Unable to help herself, he looked down at my erect cock and licked her lips.
My smile widened as I leaned against my desk and said, “Go ahead, baby. Have a taste.”
An excited giggle bubbled up from Jessica’s throat as she sank down to her knees and grabbed my hips. Looking up at me, she leaned her face towards my crotch and rubbed every inch of her face against my length before finally taking it into her mouth.
My eyes fluttered, and my lips parted as Jessica glided her warm, wet mouth from the head all the way to the base. Her tongue swirled around each new inch that pierced her and the suction her cheeks created had me groaning with delight. I could feel the tip of my cock touch the back of her throat, but she made no move to quickly pull away. Instead, she just kept me there, buried to the hilt inside her mouth, for a few seconds before she slowly pulled me out.
Her teeth grazed the soft skin of my cock in a way that flirted with that delicate line between pleasure and pain. It was beyond exciting and made me long even more for all the fun we would have together.
I looked out into the city, and the mirrored skyscrapers and relaxed as Jessica repeated the routine over and over again. Each time she welcomed my cock into her mouth, I pushed myself a little faster, and a little deeper—something I honestly didn’t think was possible—and within seconds my eyes were closing, and I was in fucking heaven.
With my hand clasped in her hair, I looked down at her and continued to guide her head back and forth. I groaned her name as the build-up of pleasure started to consume every ounce of me and was rewarded with smiles and moans of delight. Our eyes connected as my balls tightened and my cock began to pulse with my approaching orgasm.
“Fuck, Jess . . . I’m gonna come,” I moaned as a warning, wanting to give a chance the pull me out if she wanted to. But she didn’t. She never did. If there was one thing Jessica enjoyed as much as sex was the taste of my seed, and after two more pumps of my mouth I filled her mouth with the warm jets of my pleasure.
As I knew she would, Jessica drank every last drop and then licked her lips to make sure there were no leftovers. It was the sexiest sight I’d ever seen, and it prevented my cock from growing soft for even a second.
Hard and ready for more, I reached down to grab Jessica by the arms and pulled her up to her feet with a brusque move that made her yelp and giggle. Those sounds were quickly silenced by another hard kiss. While our lips moved together, I reached behind her back and undid the clasps holding her corset together. As alluring as the garment was, I wanted unlimited access to my gift—well, almost unlimited access, I decided to keep the thigh-high fishnets, pumps, and party hat. After all, they were too sexy to go without.
Once the corset hit the ground and her gorgeous tits hung loose for my enjoyment, I placed a line of soft kisses down her jaw and neck until my mouth finally reached her rosy nipples. A loud moan echoed through the room as I worked the pebbled flesh between my tongue and teeth.
Jessica’s nails dug into my skin again as my hands started to drift and pleasure her skin. I teased the sensitive skin of her neck, the side of her breasts, her ribs, hips, and finally reached the two most coveted parts of her body: her pussy and ass. While one of my hands grabbed the perfect roundness of her butt, the other reached for her dripping folds with tentative touches.
“Always so fucking wet,” I groaned against her nipple as I started pleasuring all three of her sensitive spots.
Jessica’s eyes closed and she moaned as my tongue continued to circle her nipple and my fingers teased her clit, opening, and ass. The more I played with her, the heavier her breaths became and deeper her nails dug into my skin. Her juices dripped down my hand, making me almost insane with desire to taste her.
Refusing to deny myself any part of my favorite gift, I pulled my hands away from Jess’ pussy and ass to grab her curvy hips. As I knew she would, she protested against the separation, but I only smiled, knowing she would enjoy what I had in mind.
In one swift move, I picked her up from the ground and turned around, so she was facing the window. Pushing papers and folders out of the way, I placed Jess on top of the desk.
“Open your legs, baby. I’m hungry for some pussy,” I said, and she quickly obeyed.
The sight of Jessica’s open pussy was pure art—one that belonged to me and no one else. Sinking down to my knees, I stuck my tongue out and ran it all across her center. I lapped her folds, pushed the tip into her orifice and circled it around her clit, enjoying the nuances of her taste as her juices seeped into my mouth.
Like a hungry man, I held her legs spread-eagled over my desk and ate her pussy while I pushed one, then two, then three fingers inside of her. Jessica’s cries of pleasure became unintelligible as her release approached, making this moment even more of a fantasy come to life than I had ever imagined it would be.
“Please, Daddy, don’t stop,” she begged over and over as I continued to fuck her with my fingers and I obliged. I kept tasting her, fucking her, eating her until her release squirted warm and sweet into my mouth.
As her body convulsed, I brought my other hand to her ass. I pushed my pinky in and out of her tight hole as I continued to lick her clit and fuck her pussy with my fingers. Her cries turned from pleasurable to animalistic, and the sound made my cock ache to join the action, but somehow my need to taste her second orgasm was even stronger than my own need for release.
Curses mixed
with the sound of my name as her desperate body thrashed over my desk with the overwhelming strength of the pleasure I was bringing out in her. I could tell by her reaction that it was almost unbearable, but I didn’t stop. I wouldn’t. She was my girl, and I knew she could take it.
Her fingers grabbed at my hair as I sped everything up. I rolled my tongue harder on her clit, thrust my fingers harder against her pussy and pushed my pinky further inside her ass. Then, with one quick, sexy glance down at me and a smirk that almost stopped my heart, Jessica roared, and the juices of her orgasm coated my fingers once more.
I pulled my fingers from her pussy and replaced it with my mouth, once more drinking her sweet release like the delicacy it was. She was still dripping and calling my name when the pain in my balls became too much.
Desperate to feel her around my cock, I got up and positioned my cock at her opening. With one quick shove of my pelvis, I entered her. Jessica’s mouth opened in a perfect O, and my eyes closed at how tight and delicious she felt. As much as I wanted to stop and enjoy the moment, I didn’t allow myself to do it. I knew I would have time for that later and right now, all I wanted was to fill her pussy with load and give her yet another mind-blowing orgasm.
Knowing exactly what I wanted, she leaned back until her back was flat against my desk and brought her hands to tease her nipples. The sight of her playing with herself brought so many wonderful memories that fueled my need even more. Bringing her legs flush with my chest, I rolled my hips harder, pushing myself even deeper inside of her.
Jessica called my name and a light sheen of sweat formed on my skin as I pounded her harder and harder until her walls tightened against my cock and my balls became hard and heavy as cement. I could feel an orgasm coming, and I knew it would be the best one I had ever had, which was why I wanted to share it with her. I wanted her to feel as good and loved and special as I felt when I was with her.
“Look at me, baby,” I said in a tone that was a lot like begging.
Opening those gorgeous green eyes, Jessica looked at me. The emotion mixed with the rare pleasure in them was overwhelming, and exactly what I needed to finally give myself to the pleasure she coaxed out of me.
Holding her gaze and holding her tightly, I pushed myself in and out of her once more. I moaned her name as my cock exploded, filling her with the warm seed of my orgasm. As I filled her with my load, Jessica shivered and found yet another orgasm. Her fingers reached for mine, and we held on to each other as tight as we could as we rode out pleasure.
We stayed tangled and connected for the longest time. Bent over her, I kissed her face, mouth, neck and every other inch of her skin I could reach while she softly sang the happy birthday song. The tenderness of the moment was oddly sweet considering the wild fuckery that had just happened, but I liked it. Actually, no. I didn’t like it, I loved it, and I desperately wanted to tell her that I loved this moment and her.
But I couldn’t tell her. At least not yet.
So, I did the one thing I could. I kissed her with all the passion and emotion contained in my heart, and started our sexy celebration all over again.
***The End***
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This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.
