Page 24 of Crave Me

“I’d like it better if it was down your throat. Be my good girl and show me what that mouth can do other than talk back.”

Her eyes are set on mine as the flat of her tongue licks up my length, going over each of the six barbells before swirling slowly around my engorged head. I nearly come on the spot.

“Fuck, baby girl. That feels good.” I thread my fingers through her thick, wild waves of hair before pulling her forward. “Now suck it,” I growl.

She moans around my crown before opening her mouth and descending on me. Fuck. My eyes roll involuntarily to the back of my head.

Her mouth feelssogood.

Toogood.

So warm and wet, her tongue smooth like velvet, like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Why the fuck does it have to be her? She takes me all the way to the back of her throat before sucking me hard, her cheeks hollowing as she comes back up for air.

“Such a good girl on her knees. You should see yourself right now. I knew your filthy mouth would feel this good. You’re sucking me like you can’t get enough. You like my cock, baby girl?”

The sharp drag of her teeth up my length is her only response. I know she was trying to make a point, but she just learned the hard way exactly how I like it.

Rough.

My hips jerk forward, pressing me deeper into her mouth. “Fuck yes, you’re taking me so well. You’re making me feel so good, baby. Do it again.”

She moans around me, the vibrations scattering and edging me closer to release. She drags her teeth again and this time I don’t hold back the moans that come out of me. My balls draw up, my spine tingling as my orgasm rapidly approaches. She continues her rhythm, rotating between sucking me down hard like she wants to drain the cum out of me, and dragging her teeth up my length. She has a death grip on me, her fist jerking me at the base of my cock. I’m losing my goddamn mind. Nothing has ever felt this good.

“Where do you want my cum?” My voice is a deep, husky rumble. She answers by sucking me deeper, her gags music to my ears, her free hand moving between us to roll my balls firmly in her grasp. “Fucking take it then, princess. Don’t spill a drop,” I order as I hold her face between my hands.

Her palm tightens around my balls, squeezing them as she takes my cock down her throat. It sets me off. My orgasm barrels through me like a tidal wave, and I don’t take my eyes off the scene in front of me—Blaire on her knees, tears streaming down her face, while my cock is buried to its hilt in her mouth, pulsing ribbons of cum down her throat. I’m overloaded with sensations. I’ve never come so hard in my life and all I can think to do is what comes naturally.

Praise her.

My hands release the death grip on her head, rubbing gently and affectionately through her silky waves of hair.

“Such a good girl for me. Fuck, that was so good, Blaire. You did so well.” She hums her appreciation as she pops off me. She sits back on her heels and peers up at me, and fuck if she doesn’t look like the most perfect, most natural sub I’ve ever seen. I bet she doesn’t even know it either. I look down at my still-hard cock, a bead of cum leaking from my slit. Cocking my head to the side, I decide to test her, push her a little further while she’s lust-drunk. I grab my dick in my hand and hold it out, ready to feed it to her.

“I said don’t spill a drop, baby.”

Her eyes look down at the bead of cum and she doesn’t even hesitate, leaning forward and licking it clean.

I wasn’t expecting this turn of events. This spitfire of a woman who takes me on harder than anyone else, who doesn’t back down from anything, actually behaves when told what to do sexually, and fuckingpreensat my praise. Goddamn brat justneeds to be told what to do. It makes dealing with her crazy all day that much hotter. This changes everything.

I don’t understand it. I can’t stand this woman. She makes my life difficult every day and is responsible for everything changing around here. My heart does a weird flip in my chest that I’ve never felt before. Seeing her so pliant, thriving under my demands and praise after fighting me for so long, does something to me.

Fuck. Suddenly she’s not just the irritating, bitch of an employee that gives me a hard time, and I just so happen to want to fuck. The tension between us just snapped, and nothing will be the same now. Especially not after that mind-blowing blowjob and what I’ve learned about her.

Blaire stands, swiping her fingers across her puffy lips and adjusting the skirt of her dress, smoothing the fabric down flat with the palms of her hands while I tuck my dick back into my pants. She doesn’t meet my eyes as she combs her fingers through her disheveled hair. I watch her composure slip back into place, like carefully worn armor. When she turns to walk away, my heart tumbles in my chest, not ready for her to leave.

That’s new.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” My arm shoots out to grab her as she tries to leave, forcing her to turn and face me.

“I think we’re done here, Dallas, you made your point.” Her voice is flat and monotone, and she’s not looking rattled at all, except for the nervousness in her eyes.

“The fuck we are. Get on my desk and spread your legs.”

“What? No . . .”

“I didn’t ask. I showed you mine, now you show me yours.”

“What are you, twelve?” Yup. Ice princess is back. All submissive qualities have gone out the door, and fuck if thatdoesn’t turn me on. I’ll happily break her down again, more than happy to fuck her into submission.

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