Page 31 of Sutton and the CEO Forever

I grinned up at him naughtily before taking the tip into my mouth and sucking the broad head. I knew just what to do to make Mark’s knees shake. I licked him up and down like he was my favorite treat.

“Fuck, woman,” he growled, pulling my hair into a ponytail. “You have a wicked mouth.”

I winked at him and then sucked him in deep.

I knew from the way he tensed that Mark was fighting to not fuck my mouth. I wanted to please him, to drive him crazy. I increased my suction, taking him further inside until he was buried within my mouth so deep that I could swear he was hitting my throat.

He yanked out of my mouth, breathing hard. There was an audible pop as his shaft left my mouth.

“Fuck, you are so damn good at that!”

I grinned up at him with rosy lips that were swollen and spread into a wide smile.

“And you are damn beautiful,” he growled, picking me up and yanking my sheath dress off. Clad only in my bra and panties, he worshipped my body with his eyes and then his lips. Kissing every inch of my skin and lighting my senses on fire. He captured my mouth in a deep kiss.

No one had ever tasted as good or felt so right. He picked me up mid-kiss, and we fell together onto the mattress. Hands were everywhere, and lips were soon to follow. He took one of my breasts and sucked and licked my nipple into diamond hardness. Panting and writhing beneath him, I begged him to take me, but Mark wasn’t finished teasing me yet.

As my pussy ached, my hand snaked down between my thighs, but it was smacked away before I could reach my clit.

“It’s not time yet,” Mark murmured against my skin. “I want to show you something.”

I held my breath as Mark got up and opened his drawer. Pulling out the lube and the silver butt plug, he turned and raised a brow.

Rather than say anything, I turned over and showed him the generous curves of my hips and ass.

Mark applied plenty of lube to my bottom and the toy. With his finger, he smoothed the lube around, warming the tight ring with his playfulness. I gasped as the cool metal object first began to enter my body. It was large and stretched me. However, Mark was gentle moving forward and then back slowly, easing it in until I’d taken the largest part, and it slipped inside.

It felt foreign and yet so damn good. I moaned as Mark began to push it back and forth in my ass slowly. Then I gasped when his other hand played lightly with the folds of my pussy. The combined stimulation had me seeing stars.

“Mark, please,” I begged him to send me over the edge.

But he must not have been ready yet, because he continued to tease me.

“I want to be balls deep inside of you when you come all over my cock,” he growled in my ear.

Shit, I wasn’t opposed to that in the slightest.

Mark moved back and said, “Get on your hands and knees.”

I felt open and exposed, but I did as he asked.

“I love the way you look,” he rasped. “The way you feel beneath my touch. The way your pussy squeezes me so tightly. I love everything about you.”

“I love you, too,” I choked out just as he shoved his length inside of me.

I bit down on a pillow to swallow a scream. With the butt plug, I was fuller than I’d ever been before. My body was so keyed up that when he started thrusting back and forth, I had to grab the sheets just to cling to something.

I could feel the pressure growing higher and higher. I knew that I was moments away from something big. All of my senses were engaged and stretched to the max. I clamped down hard with my vaginal walls, hoping to speed his release. I wanted to go together.

Mark’s hands went to my hips, and the thrusts were faster and deeper than ever before. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I shattered around him. My body riding the wave of endless pleasure from my pussy and the fullness in my ass. I wasn’t sure how long it lasted. One release seemed to build into another until I was literally wrung dry.

Mark came, great spurts of cum coating my insides and marking me once again as his.

When I slumped down onto my face, Mark laughed and pulled me into his arms.

“Was that good?”

I smiled like the cat who had eaten the canary. “I would say on a scale of one to ten it was at least a forty-five.”

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