Page 108 of Reluctantly You

God, he should fuck me. Put me out of my misery.

Not that I’ll tell him that. It’s something I can’t admit. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

“So fucking pretty,” he says as he pushes two fingers inside of me. My eyes close and I feel every sting, every stretch as he opens me up.

“Look how needy you are,” he adds as he continues to fuck into me. “You’d look so pretty with my cock stretching you open. You want that, Mitchell?” he asks as he sinks to his knees and pulls my balls into his mouth.

An ugly, desperate moan escapes my lips and I arch back, fucking myself onto his fingers. It’s not enough, not nearly enough.

He chuckles, the vibration pulsing through me making my cock leak.

He reaches around and tugs me further away from the desk, my cock no longer trapped against the wood.

He wraps a hand around my stiff length and starts to pump me as he adds a third finger to my eager hole.

I press my forehead into my forearms and let out a slew of grunts as he pegs my prostate. Sensation swirls inside of me, reds and blues mixing together to create a fog of need. Of lust.

“Please.Please,” I chant as he continues to pump my cock and fuck me with those fingers.

“What is it you want, my little slut?”

“Ngggh,” I reply, trying to form words, but I can’t. It’s too hard. I’ve been reduced to this pleading nonsense.

“Hm, want me to stuff my cock into your tight, virgin hole? Is that what you want?”

I gasp when he adds a fourth finger and I feel my balls draw up, my release so damn close. God, the way I’d come with him stuffing me full.

“Fuck. Please,” I whisper.

He chuckles and tightens his hand on my dick, shuttling it up and down my shaft until I come with a low, keening cry.

My body shakes and trembles, my fingers clawing at his desk until he slowly pulls out of me and stands. I turn around on shaking legs and he pushes me to my knees.

“You…fuck you,” I say even though my words are no longer biting, just lined with a desperate sheen.

Pathetic.

“Open that pretty, slut mouth,” he says, and I hesitate only a moment before I do as he says.

“Show me your tongue.”

I narrow my gaze but still my tongue slips from between my lips and his dark eyes sparkle.

“Look the fuck at you,” he murmurs as he pushes his cock into my mouth, all the way back until I’m nearly gagging on him. His fingers curl into my hair as he plugs me and then pulls out, letting me gasp for air before shoving back into me.

The feel of his hands on me, his cockhead tunneling down my throat makes me feel…alive.

My dick twitches between my legs, and I grab on to it, trying to stifle the urge to get off again as he continues to use my mouth. He’s so rough and yet, at the same time, gentle, taking his time with me, seeming to savor it.

“Fuck yourself, Mitchell. Show me how much you love this.”

I gurgle around him and let myself wait just a moment before trailing my fingers down to my slackened and wet hole.

A low moan escapes me as he continues to fuck into my mouth, his cock heavy and warm on my tongue.

“Harder. Think of this, of my dick inside of you while you moan my name.”

I gasp as his movements grow frantic, his words affecting not only me, but him as well.

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