Hot Off the Press - Pt. 3
He ran his hands up my thighs until he reached my breasts and massaged until I threw my head back. He placed a hand on my back while he led me to lay on his desk with the other hand. His lips kissed a trail along my thighs and he nestled his face between my legs. His licks were light at first, as though he wanted to give me an opportunity to change my mind; I reached down and encouraged him with my hand holding his head and he started to lap furiously. I sat up on my elbows and he pushed my skirt up further so that my legs would have no restrictions in opening wider for him. The tremors his tongue set off started in my toes and traveled up my spine so furiously that they knocked me flat onto my back.
He stood up and started to undo his pants while the aftershocks spread throughout my body. Already more weakened than I had expected, I sat up determined to regain control. As his pants slid to the ground, I pushed him into his chair with my foot and slid off the desk and down onto my knees. He pushed my shirt off of my shoulders and I let it rest around my wrists to serve as soft restraints, as he leaned over to reach behind and unclasp my bra I reached up and kissed him. I licked his lips and sucked on his tongue.
The taste of me on him aroused us both even more and as sat up he slid my bra off of me. I licked his shaft from base to tip and a moan escaped his lips. I raised up on my knees and whispered to him “I want you to watch me.” He opened his eyes and looked down at me as I made his dick disappear inside of my mouth. “Fuuuuuck” he let out as he closed his eyes again. I twirled my tongue around his dick as I slid it out of my mouth “I said, watch me.” He opened his eyes again and clenched the arms of the chair as I went back to work; sliding it in and out of my mouth slowly at first, I felt him getting harder inside of my mouth as it watered. His shaft made a swishing sound as I went up and down it and the deeper I took him into my throat, the tighter he held onto the chair.
When he felt like he might be rising out of the chair, I freed my shirt from my wrists and began stroking him as I sucked. I felt his grip loosen on the chair and I could tell what he wanted but was nervous about taking. I took his hand and placed it on my head and continued sucking in a rhythm. I relaxed my neck and let his hand tell me how deep he wanted me to take him in. “Shit….shit….oh fuck…” He could barely contain himself and I didn’t want him to. I stopped abruptly and he pulled his hand back as though concerned he had done something wrong. I looked up at him and smiled.
To Be Continued . . .