Page 13 of Love Potions and Paperwork

It made me wonder how they’d feel inside me. Or rubbing against my clit. Or between my breasts. Rutting against my ass. Between my thighs…

But there would be time for all of that.

If Eugine wanted to bedegraded, I was keen to provide.

“That I’ll just have to use you for the only thing you’re good for. Fucking.”

A loud chirp told me the comment landed.

“Please,” he begged. “Touch me.”

I leaned forward slowly, my tongue lapping at the bead of glistening pre-cum waiting for me at the tip of his cock like it was made of candy.

Eugine’s hips kicked forward unexpectedly, his hand threading into my hair and jerking my face forward to choke me on his length.

“Fuck, sorry—” he groaned, fingers loosening as I hollowed my cheeks, regaining control of the situation with a few bobs of my head and a slowsuck. “The potion?—”

I hummed around him, my tongue prodding at the ridges along his shaft making the back of his head clatter against the door of the filing cabinet as it fell back on his shoulders.

“Don’t stop.”

I rolled my eyes. His request was promptlydeniedas I released him, glaring up into his dark stare. “Areyouin charge here?”

“N-No,” he stammered, tremblingwith the effort to remove his hand from my hair and fisting it into the front of his shirt instead.

I gathered the saliva in my mouth, spitting onto his cock before stroking it firmly.

“Exactly—as if a pathetic, spineless little thing like you deserves to tell me what to do, hm?”

“Please, Maeve?—”

“Oh, youdoknow manners?” I purred, continuing to stroke him. “Please, what, little bug?”

“Can I fuck you?” he gasped out as I teased the glossy head of his cock with my tongue. “Please!”

I hummed thoughtfully, sucking him back into my mouth for a few measured bobs of my head, listening as Eugine’s thighs rubbed together rewarding me with a soft chirp quickly joined by weak grunts and groans slipping from between his clenched teeth.

“I doubt you could fuck me,” I said with a sigh, toying with the stretchy entrance of his cock pocket. “You’d probably come the second your pathetic excuse for a cock came close to me, wouldn’t you?”

“N-no!” he wheezed, hands clawing at the cabinet. “I won’t!”

Good. He was learning. He wouldn’t be so quick to touch me without permission again.

“Beg,” I crooned, looking up at him through my lashes as I mouthed along the side of his shaft. “I want to hear how desperately you need me.”

Eugine’s breath came in shallow pants, his arms flexing like he was holding himself back from touching me.

Good boy.

“Please,” he whispered, dragging a hand over his smooth head. “I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

Surprise made my ears twitch, my eyes moving upwardto meet his as I lapped at his slit, making his cock jump in my hand.

“Since the first time? When I interviewed you?”

The memory teased a smile to my face. Eugine in his wrinkly suit explaining that he wanted to be a music reviewer but couldn’t get his foot in the door ofanypublication, much less Throwing Stone.

I should’ve tossed him out right there. No fashion sense, no real interest in it. But after disappointing fashion girly after disappointing wannabe model I needed a fresh perspective.

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