This is real.
My conscience wars with me, telling me to turn away. Go back down the stairs. Run out the front door. Find my car and get the hell out of here.
But that and any other thought of business dies away as he wraps one palm around his thick cock and gives it a rough tug before thumbing the tip. The ruddy reddish-purple shaft seems to pulse against his grip, and my lip trembles as my thighs clench.
Why is it so frigging hot to see a man handle himself like that?
Using his grip on her hair, he guides her lips toward the head.
Sweet Lord. I shouldn’t be turned on by this.But my sweaty palms and the thumping pulse that has taken up residence between my legs expose my lie.
This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in person.
“You want this? Is that why you’ve been acting like a little brat?” His words are muted, like the sound is being piped into the office through speakers, or maybe it’s because the blood roaring through my head is drowning out normal sound. Either way, his gruff, deep voice drags over my senses, making goose bumps rise across my skin.
“Yes, sir.” The woman’s chin bounces as she licks her lips.
He drags her face an inch closer to his cock. “Show me how much.”
My nipples pebble against my bra at his rough order. Heat, completely inappropriate fiery heat, streaks through me as one of the woman’s hands dives between her legs.
“You don’t get to touch yourself until I tell you to. I’ll turn that ass of yours red before you finger that wet little cunt.”
I squeeze my thighs together like he’s somehow threatening me. Ordering me. Dominating me.
And I wish he were.
“I want your hands on my legs. I’m going to fuck your face. Remind you who owns these lips.”
A quiet moan echoes through the room, and I’m ninety-nine percent sure it came from her and not me. Okay, ninety percent sure.
I squirm, my chest rising and falling faster as she rests her palms on his muscled thighs and he feeds his cock into her mouth inch by inch.
Oh my God. I can’t watch. I shouldn’t watch. I’m not a dirty little thing who likes to watch. I’m not. Really. I’m not.
But I’m a filthy liar, because none of the words I use to berate myself make me tear my gaze away from the most erotic scene I’ve ever seen play out.
He shifts his grip, using one hand to cup her chin and tilt her head to the angle of his liking as he powers deeper inside, more of his rock-hard shaft disappearing with each thrust.
His growl echoes through the room, and I can feel it in the wet heat between my legs like a heartbeat.
“You feel that? You want more?”
Her plaintive, muffled cry formoreunleashes another round of shivers as my breathing shallows. My inner muscles clench as I imagine a cock sliding past my lips and down my throat. My gag reflex flutters at the all-too-real and intense feeling.
That could be me.
Her fingertips curl around his legs and mine do the same, but instead of smooth skin, mine scrape across the fabric of my skirt. Two thin layers. That’s all that separates me from making myself come in approximately 2.5 seconds.
My fingers tense, stretching as though itching to move.
Don’t you even think about it, Temperance. Don’t you dare think about it.
But then he slows his movements, pulling his cock from between her lips. It glistens in the dim light as he wraps a hand around it and strokes. The woman’s need is visible in every tense muscle of her body as she fixates on his lazy movements.
“I’m not coming in that pretty mouth. Not tonight. Tonight, I’m taking that ass you’ve been teasing me with. Bending you over so I can see your cunt and your tight little hole. I get so fucking hard when I think about turning it red before I finally bury myself inside.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. This isn’t even fair.