again.
Nate tries to step away, but I hold onto his hips. I kiss him slowly, wrapping my tongue around his shaft as he pulls out of my mouth. The movements are making me hot again, wetter than before. How is that possible? When I pull out the last time, I roll onto my back and hang my head off the desk.
“Come here,” I command, holding his hips as he steps closer.
“You’re fucking amazing, but I don’t have as much self-control as you give me credit for, Kerry. I can’t promise I won’t lose it and try and fuck your face if you keep doing that.” He’s serious, and pride lights me up from head to toe. I like making him feel as wild and sex-starved as he makes me feel.
“Then do it. I want you. I want to taste you and swallow every last drop.”
He groans my name as he steps closer, pushing his dick over my lips and into my mouth. I take all of him, sucking him, and wrapping my tongue around his shaft. He's careful at first, not pushing hard or deep, moving slowly, pushing in and pulling out. I want him to want me so desperately that he loses control. I want him to feel that freedom he gave me, so I clutch his ass and pull him down hard. His dick slips down my throat, and I inhale sharply to make sure I don’t gag. Nate groans, saying all sorts of things to me that make me do it again, and again. I take him all the way in, deeper, sucking and licking him until he’s so frenzied that he holds my face between his palms. He fucks my face, forcing his dick down my throat. The first time he does it, he freezes and tries to pull away, but I hold onto him, moaning and sucking harder. Once he knows I’m all right, he keeps going, thrusting his beautiful dick into my mouth, over my lips, and down my throat. I suck him until he’s so hard I can’t stand it. Thinking about what I’m doing to him, and hearing how much he wants me, makes me so wet. My core is throbbing, demanding to be touched but there’s no relief. I said I wanted to taste him, and I meant it. I perfect my moves until he pulses. I feel it, and suddenly my mouth is filled with his hot, sweet taste. I swallow, gently sucking as he comes, feeling it drip down my throat and lapping it up like I can’t get enough.
When he’s done, he pulls out and staggers backward, falling into his chair. His face flushes, and his eyes say everything. “Holy fuck, Kerry! When did you learn to do that?”
“Now, with you and only you.” I roll onto my stomach, pull up my ankles behind me, and bat my eyelashes at him.
“You’re perfect, fucking perfect.” He inhales deeply and stands up before kissing me softly. I roll to my side, and then onto my back when his face remains so close to mine. My knees fall apart, and Nate dips his hand in-between, feeling me, pressing inside. He mouths, “Oh my god,” and looks down at me.
I smile up at him. “That was really hot.”
“Coming in your mouth made you this wet?”
I nod and tug at his waist. “Can it be my turn again?”
Nate climbs on top of the desk and pins me down. With his hands on my wrists, he dips his face to mine, sweeping his lips across mine. “Fuck, yeah. It can be your turn for the rest of the night.”
CHAPTER 6
B y the time I leave Nate’s office, we manage to fuck on the desk, the floor, the chair, and against the bookcase. There’s nowhere he can look in there and not think about me. That wasn’t my intention, but it makes me smile when I wake up the next morning. The sun fills the room, and I have my arm draped over my face.
Chelsey is curling her hair in front of the mirror. “You were out late.” She says it flatly. Things have been weird since I hog-tied her then saved her ass. She’s not mean, but it’s like she doesn’t know how to be nice. She’s curt and sounds annoyed.
“So.”
“New boyfriend?”
“No.”
“That’s too bad. That other one was a jerk. I can’t believe he did that to you. I’m sorry, by the way—about inviting him here. I shouldn’t