Page 24 of Play With Me

Oh, but I fucking am.

Ireallyfucking am.

My dick strains against the confines of my pants, desperate to reach her. Angrily, I adjust it before gathering the saliva in my mouth and spitting it directly onto her clit. “Rub it faster.”

My eyes dart up to see the corner of her lip disappear between her teeth as she lets out a throaty chuckle. “Fuck, baby. I knew you’d be the dirty type.” She pulls her fingers out of her pussy and reaches up with her other hand to grip my hair, tightening her hold until it's painful. When I open my mouth to tell her to let go, she sticks the fingers thatare coated in her essence inside and rubs them against my tongue. “Suck them clean.”

I’m pretty sure I come right then and there. Losing the battle with myself, my lips close around her fingers while my own find her wet opening and thrust inside her. She bites her lip again as I fill her, pumping quickly while I graze my teeth against her digits.

Wrenching my head out of her hold, I push her back down to her desk and nudge her legs wide open, tightening my grip on one inner thigh and using my elbow on the other to keep them spread. I hate how she grins up at me while her hands twist in her hair and her back arches, pressing her chest into the air.

“Say that you want me,” she moans her command like a goddess being worshiped by a lowly mortal.

I drop my mouth to her pussy, flattening my tongue as I lick up her center and flick the tip against her clit when I reach it. I don’t answer her, allowing her to wrap her legs around my neck and draw me closer. I finger fuck her and suck on her clit while she mewls and writhes, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I’m fucked, and that I’ve already blown the line between pretend and real, and we haven’t even begun to play yet.

This fucking siren drew me in, and now I’m going to drown between her legs.

“Harder,” she demands, hips lifting to rideagainst my face. Pulling back, I slap her pussy before hooking my fingers into the dip of her vest to draw her up to me. She’s so fucking flexible as I bend her in half until our noses brush.

She’s breathing heavily, eyes wide at the action as she takes in her arousal that’s smeared all over my lower face. “I told you, I don’t need lessons on how to pleasure a woman. So lie back and take it like a good girl, or I’ll walk out of here right now and leave your greedy cunt soaking wet and wishing you’d kept your dirty mouth shut.”

Quicker than I can blink, she drops her legs from around my neck and pushes me back into the chair before climbing into my lap. My dick is pointed straight up, the head peeking out of my slacks and in the perfect position for her to sit directly on it. Carmela grabs the back of the chair and begins grinding against me through my pants. “God fucking dammit.” I throw my head back. The feel of her riding me is too fucking good. Gripping her hips, I pull her onto me with every thrust. “You don’t like to fucking listen, do you?”

She lifts herself higher, her bare pussy rubbing against my naked crown before sliding back down over my length. “Do you ever shut the fuck up? Either come like a good dog or get the fuck out.”

I stand, lifting her with ease and every intention of dropping her on her ass, but she continues to roll her hips against me, throwing her head back andpressing her glorious tits into my face. I sit her on the edge of her desk, allowing her to undo the button of my slacks and free my length. I piston against her, rubbing my cock through her slick heat and pressing my crown against her clit. The edge of her desk cuts into my thighs, and I can’t imagine it feels good against her naked flesh, but it spurs me on. I press into her harder, wanting to leave marks on her.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” she breathes out.

This is where I should stop. This is where I should deny her an orgasm and walk away triumphantly.

But I don’t.

Instead, I pick up speed and wrap my fist around her hair, yanking her head back to suction my lips to her neck, sucking hard as she comes with a cry. I groan loudly as I spill myself all over her stomach. I don’t stop. I want to pull away to sink into her depths and get her off again with my cock buried inside her. So, I keep sliding against her as my last form of self-control.

“Holy fuck, Anders. You’re going to leave a fucking mark!” She slaps at my chest, trying to escape my bite.

When I pull away, I pull her skin with me before letting it go with a ‘pop,’ wanting to bruise her delicate flesh. “Keep calling me a dog, and I’ll act like one.”

As soon as our eyes lock, we spring away from each other with matching sneers. There’s no post-coital cuddling. No sappy smiles or intimate kisses. There’s only the cold, hard truth of what just transpired between us, and we both look revolted that we let it happen.

“So much forpretending, huh? Guess I’m not so disgusting after all, am I?” she spits out, hopping off her desk to pull her pants back on even though I still have her underwear.

Tucking myself away, I bite back, “You spread your legs like a whore and let a man who doesn’t think highly of you eat you out. You’re certainly not high on my respect list.” I expect my words to earn another spew of hatred from hers, but seeing her visibly deflate at them, while she wipes my cum off her ruined vest, surprises me.

“What’s that say about you then? That you couldn’t even resist a woman who you find so utterly detestable? Maybe you should look into your own problems, Brooks. Get the fuck out of my office.” Her eyes are guarded, and she sounds—dare I say—let down. I’m a little thrown by her use of my last name as she buttons her pants and runs her hands through her hair, back turned to me.

Ialmostgo to her.

Almostwrap my arms around her and pull her to me to tell her that I don’t detest her the slightest bit, but it doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. That she’s already fucking ensnared me, and I’m pissed the fuck off about it.

Instead, I leave, heading to the changing room to get ready, with her underwear in my pocket and her juices on my tongue.

As if I need any more reminders that she’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.

An hour later, Carmela emerges from her office in her signature giant wings, skin painted with glitter and her outfit nothing but a series of thin red bands that hold together a strip of lace that barely covers her front.

My cock twitches, ready for round two, even though we never actually discussed which of her options to perform tonight. I want to let her decide, given how we left things earlier. The only way this will work is if it’s believable, and if she’s still angry with me, then it may just be better to let her perform on her own.

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