“W-what?” Joy stammers.
“Or should I put you up there myself?” I skim her lower back, snaking my hands around her hips and lifting her.
I place her on the edge of the table, hitching the skirt above her hips.
I take a seat. And nudge open her legs.
Joy’s breath disappears.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Nice and wide for me so I can see you.” I press my finger to her pussy and start opening her folds, spreading them wide, exposing more of her pink layers to me. “You’re dripping.”
Her wetness leaves a wet spot on the tablecloth. I’ll be taking that away when we’re done.
I don’t want the butler getting his hands on it.
Joy whimpers, spreading her legs as wide as they can go.
“You have a beautiful pussy, sweetheart,” I murmur.
I tilt her hips. Begin stroking her clit.
Joy cries out, her entire body trembling. I look back at her breasts. They’re bouncing all the time now.
Arousal shoots through me. My cock strains for release. My balls are so fucking tight. I want to feel them slamming into her ass as I fuck her. I could slide right in. Show her that she picked the wrong Sokolov.
But I don’t think her pussy has ever been eaten before.
She’s giving me signs that she’s never even been pleasured.
I bring the chair closer, keeping her hips tilted.
It’s time to eat my meal.
I start slow, licking my tongue over her clit. And she’s already screaming.
Desire fills my body from head to toe.
I grab the nightdress. Rip it from her body. And now she’s fully naked, sitting on my dining room table right where I want her.
Her hard, pink nipples are staring right at me.
I run my hands over them, catching her nipple. She moans. Shifts her body to the edge of the table, like she needs more.
I return to her pussy, licking her clit, bringing her closer to the edge.
She’s right on the verge, I realize, when I slot a finger into her. Her walls clench around the finger immediately, pulsating as she gasps, holding onto my shoulders, preparing for the world to tilt on its axis.
I’ll make sure to flip it for her.
In the distance, I hear the sound of the main door opening, creaking on its hinges, echoing through into the dining hall. I don’t give a fuck about visitors. I’m too consumed by what’s happening here.
I press my mouth back to Joy.
She rubs herself against me, using my nose to rub her clit on.
I smell her even more now, her perfumed scent in my fucking blood stream. I’m high. Nothing can bring me down.
The distant clatter coming from the lobby is none of my business.