Page 56 of Indecent Villain

“You like my dress,” she comments, moving closer. “I chose it with you in mind.”

“Mmm.” I lick my lips. “I’m wondering if we have time for me to peel you out of it.”

“We don’t.” Her eyes alight with a wicked glint as she slides between the desk and my splayed legs. “However, I thought you could help me out with something.”

I swallow hard. “Anything.”

She puts a finger into her mouth and sucks, which makes me hard as fuck.

“I was wondering how my red lips would look wrapped around your cock.”

Fuck me!

Dropping to her knees, she traces my erection through my pants with a red fingernail. My balls are so fucking tight right now, I'm going to explode the moment she wraps that filthy mouth around me.

I help her unfasten my pants, then quiver when her hand wraps around me. Her face hovers close. I grab her by the head and pull her closer, unable to resist any longer.

"Do it," I growl, my voice strained with desire.

She smirks before taking me inside the wet and hot confines of her mouth.

Holy fuck!

"I'm not going to last," I confess. "Your fucking mouth—" I groan, arching upward.

I urge her to take me deeper. The intensity of what she is doing to me with such fervor has the fire in my belly growing out of control.

My muscles tense as I near climax, and my breathing is ragged.

She swallows hard around the crown of my cock, and I release into her mouth with a guttural groan.

“Motherfucker,” I hiss with a full-body shudder as ecstasy ripples through me. She swallows eagerly, which is fucking hot.

The room is filled with the sounds of my heavy breathing and the wet suction of her mouth.

"No more," I whisper, pulling her off me.

"I did that right, then?" she asks, a smirk on her plump lips.

"Any righter, I'd be dead. I thought the top of my head would blow off."

She snickers. "It did."

I stand and tuck myself away, righting my clothes. I hold out a hand and help her to her feet.

"I was referring to the head on my shoulders," I say.

She smiles, damn proud of herself.

I crowd her. "So, tell me, did sucking me off make you wet?"

"You tell me," she says, perching on the desk before me.

Her hands grip her dress as she slowly lifts it, baring her gorgeous legs. I watch as the dress gets higher and higher, and as it does, she spreads her thighs open.

"You're a naughty girl." I shove my hand up her dress and cup her drenched pussy. I groan. "This is insane," I tell her as I push her back on the desk.

I sit in the chair and pull her bottom off the desk. Her skirt gathers around her hips. I push the scrap of blue lace between her legs to the side and focus on her swollen pussy lips. I hold her gaze as I replace my hand with my mouth. My eyes drift closed as I taste her. The salty sweetness of her arousal drives me wild, and I can feel her body responding to my touch. Her moans fill the room, heightening the intensity of the moment.

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