Page 43 of Hidden Heir

Leon groans and a shiver of excitement warms my spine. I open my mouth wider, pressing only the head of his cock past my lips.

Keeping my hand wrapped around the shaft, I continue my intense attention to only his crown. Long, open-mouthed kisses over the velvety soft skin, lazy licks of my tongue, and the occasional suckle when I wrap my lips around the crown. I know I’m teasing him but I can’t look away from his eyes. Watching every flicker of pleasure and desire cross his face is intoxicating.

“You’re a tease, Brooke,” Leon says, his voice low and raspy.

Each time I kiss his cock, his length twitches in my hand and my heart jumps. Teasing is exactly what I’m going for and it’s good to know it’s working. But I won’t push my luck.

Soon, I change tactics and allow another inch of Leon’s cock into my mouth. It’s now less about teasing and more about finding a rhythm that works for both of us.

I start slowly, hollowing my cheeks to suck hard while pressing my tongue flat to the underside, trapping him against the roof of my mouth. Careful of my teeth, I rock back and forth, making maintaining eye contact harder. His cock is thick and a subtle ache forms in my jaw. I have to focus more on my breathing as I slide another inch past my lips on my next rock forward, then another until the crown of his cock bumps the back of my throat.

Tears spark at the corner of my eyes and when I look up, Leon’s eyes are closed. His chest is heaving deeply and his knuckles are white against the desk. I pause and his eyes dart open, looking down at me.

“All the way,” he gasps. “That’s a good girl.”

Fuck, his praise turns me on. I’m so wet that my thighs are becoming slick and I can feel my heartbeat down in my core as my pussy aches for attention.

With a deep breath, I relax my throat as much as I can and slide forward until his cock penetrates my throat, my nose nudging the trimmed, well-kept hair curled across his pelvis. Leon places one hand in my hair, winding it around his fingers.

Suddenly, I’m no longer in control. He pulls tightly at my hair but he has enough in his fist that it’s not painful. An unexpected jolt of pleasure lances down to my core and I moan around his cock.

“You like that, huh?” Leon grunts, taking over the pace and thrusting his cock down my throat. “You like being told what todo? Like getting your hair pulled? Now I’m curious what else you’ve been hiding from me, Brooke.”

I’d tell him this was all news to me too but I can’t speak. Breathing quickly becomes a struggle as Leon’s long thrusts shorten into rapid bucks of his hips as he chases his pleasure down my throat. The more he thrusts deeply, the weaker my restraint against gagging becomes and the first time I choke on his cock, a sharper moan punches out of Leon.

“Fuck,” he gasps. “The way your throat grips me when you do that… fucking hell.”

He stops pulling out altogether instead performing short, sharp thrusts that keep him buried in my throat, forcing me to choke each time and driving his pleasure higher and higher. I can barely breathe around his thickness and pressure swells in my chest, mixing with the exhilarating thrill each time he pulls hard on my hair and jerks me forward. My head grows light and my core pulses. His moans drift down around me like fog and a warm sense of satisfaction settles in my gut.

Suddenly, Leon jerks me forward until he’s fully buried in my throat and his cock gives a powerful twitch. Then he’s coming with a deep cry, pouring his cum down my throat with ease. I swallow reflexively, closing my eyes while a few stray tears roll down my cheeks. Then Leon pulls his cock free, keeping just the head in my mouth for the last few spurts of cum.

“Swallow it all, my good girl,” Leon murmurs.

His taste floods my mouth and despite my reflex to cough, I swallow down his seed and open my eyes. Leon’s staring at me with a rosy flush on his cheeks, a small smile curling across his lips. I gasp as his cock slips free from my mouth. Leon uses the grip in my hair to tilt my head back as he leans over me and cups my face with his other hand. His thumb traces over my cheek, lightly stroking away the tears. Then he kisses me full on the mouth.

“I’m impressed,” he says breathlessly, as if he was the one who couldn’t breathe for thirty seconds. “You continue to surprise me.”

“Do you feel thanked?” I ask, licking my lips and savoring his taste.

His smile widens. “Ask me again at the end.”

He suddenly pulls me to my feet, his hand still in my hair, and again, a surprising rush of desire moves through me like the thrill of a rollercoaster ride. Leon switches out positions, pushing me against his desk so firmly that a pen holder falls off and scatters across the wood. Before I can brace myself, his hand suddenly collides with my bare ass, and I squeal as heat flares up across my buttocks.

“Ow!”

“Was it really painful?” Leon asks, his lips suddenly against my ear. “Or are you just saying that?”

“I–I don’t know,” I gasp out, trying to decipher the overwhelming sensation. Did it hurt? Or was it just a surprise?

“Then let's try that again. The words I’m looking for are ‘thank you.’”

His open palm strikes my ass in the exact same spot once more, and I’m met with another strange mix of pain and pleasure. The strike stings more than it hurts.

“Thank you.”

“There we go.” Leon presses my body down onto the desk, using his fistful of hair as a guide. “I bet your ass will look beautiful cherry-red.”

Another sharp spank and I yelp, jolting against the desk as he spanks my other cheek. Each blow is followed by a thank you from me that steadily grows more shaky as heat blooms across my backside.

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