But this.
With Sapphire.
I have time for.
I run my forefinger back and forth across my bottom lip. “Would you like me to be mad, Sapphire?”
“Not mad, but I like it when you’re rough with me.” She wraps her hand around my tie. “Maybe you could punish me for being a bad girl tonight.” Her tongue darts out before she bites her bottom lip between her teeth as if begging me to taste it.
“What do you think your punishment should be, Sapphire?” I’m yet to touch her, and I’m about to lose it if I don’t.
“You could try to teach me how to play chess again?” she says coyly. “That’s torture in itself.”
I chuckle at the memory of her hating every minute of her lesson that ended with me fucking her instead, chess pieces scattered all around us, one of the antique marble pieces completely smashed to pieces as it hit the floor in our frantic sex session. I don’t care; it was totally worth it.
“Or what about an orgasm or two?” she replies sweetly, pulling me by my tie toward her as if I’m a fucking dog, which I am; I’m already panting like one.
“That doesn’t sound like punishment.” There are millimeters between us, her lips almost touching mine, and I finally give in. Seeing her naked like this on my desk is just too much for me to handle.
I grab her chin and crash her lips against mine, pulling her in for a deep kiss, our tongues colliding, making us both groan. “You want me to be rough with you?” I ask between kisses, only breaking our kiss to rise to my feet.
She squeals when I move unexpectedly. In a quick motion, I lift her off the desk, and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist so I can set her back down on the desk.
“Do you want my cock, baby?”
Sapphire provides the answer I was seeking, reclining back, with her feet flat on the edge of the desk and her legs spread wide for me.
“Fill me up, Elijah.” She arches her back when she touches herself, her sapphire ring sparkling under the low lighting of my office, hair fanned out across the surface of my desk.
She’s so fucking beautiful, and every day I have to pinch myself to remind myself that she’s real and mine. All fucking mine.
I slide a finger deep into her body as she continues to play with herself.
From up here, it’s the prettiest view, her eyes closed, half smiling, enjoying my touch.
Her body is always so responsive. “You’re soaked, baby.”
She moans when I add another finger, stretching her, getting ready for my cock.
Moving her finger faster over her swollen clit, she works herself into a frenzy, my fingers moving in and out of her at the same rhythm.
Falling to my knees, I move her hand out of the way for me to take over and I flick her pretty clit with my tongue, then cover her entire pussy with my mouth.
This woman has me so fucked; I need to devour her.
Knowing what she loves, I finger fuck her at the same time, building her pleasure… until she’s writhing, digging her fingers into my hair to keep me in place, rubbing her pussy against my face to get herself off.
I thrust my fingers deeper, fucking her into orgasm.
She cries out, telling me she’s coming, telling me she loves me, and not to stop.
How could I stop when all I want to do is spend the rest of my life making her happy?
Holding my face against her pussy, I can’t breathe as she rides out her orgasm, coming all over my tongue and smothering me in her juices.
Death by pussy suffocation sounds like one hell of a way to go.
I lap up every drop of her orgasm, pushing my thick fingers into her, until she’s squirming, begging me to stop because she’s too sensitive.