Page 10 of Call Me Sir

“I want your warm, wet mouth sucking me to the back of your throat.”

He licks his lips. He looks like a hungry predator and I wish he would hurry up and devour me.

“I want you to pull my hair and leave hickeys all over my neck.”

“Mm.” It’s a low grumble and makes my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“If I touch you, there’s no going back.”

I start bucking my hips, afraid I’ll start cuming simply from this exchange.

“I need you to touch me, please.”

God I sound so fucking needy. I don’t care though.

That firm hand grips my dick and I swear to god I see stars the moment he strokes me up and down just once.

“Shiiit,” I say, my legs wobbling beneath me.

I turn my head to the side and instantly he’s leaning in and breathing into my ear.

“Let me suck this perfect little cock.”

“Ahhh,” I buck my hips again, finally feeling an ounce of relief.

Starting from the base he slowly moves his hand to the tip and does that a couple times before picking up the pace.

I’m about to tell him to stop so I don’t cum before he gets on his knees but it’s too late. The wave of pleasure overtakes me and I’m bracing the wall as I shoot my load all over the bathroom floor. He keeps pumping in tandem with my orgasm and I’m about to collapse.

My boss doesn’t let that happen as he pins me against the wall.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I stand up and stabilize myself. It’s strange touching him.

He moves away as we both catch our breath.

I almost question if this all just happened except I glance down at my dick, cum all over the floor, and my boss with a slight wet spot at his crotch. Those poor nice pants.

I’m not sure what to do. What just happened?

“Why don’t you get yourself cleaned up and go take a break?”

My brain isn’t processing correctly.

“Cole?”

“Okay.”

Seeing that I’m frozen in place, I watch as he wets down several paper towels and starts cleaning the proof of our good time from my legs, then the tip of my dick before pulling up my underwear and pants for me.

I should thank him. Or, pay him?

Fuck what’s happening?

Grabbing more paper towels he wipes up the floor and washes his hands. Then he grabs my phone and tucks it in my front pants pocket.

I should do something besides stand here like a statue.

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