Page 86 of Major Penalty

I inhale through my nose and sink farther, letting him fill my mouth, sliding back until my throat tightens. I gag around him. My jaw hurts, but I want more. I want to try to take all of him.

He starts guiding my rhythm now, steadily thrusting into my mouth, using my hair to control the depth, pace, and angle.

My eyes water, and my mouth is messy. I can feel spit dripping down my chin, and I’ve never felt dirtier, more wanted.

“That’s it,” he growls, his voice wrecked. “You’re such a dirty girl, aren’t you? On your knees with your tits out, sucking my cock.”

The words make me spiral. I roll my tongue around his tip, and his body jolts.

"Christ," he grits out, his grip tightening as his cock twitches against my tongue. "You want it, don’t you? Want me to come in that pretty mouth… let you taste how bad I’ve needed you?"

I nod with hunger, my eyes wide and desperate.

I can feel my own arousal building, my pussy aching with need as he fucks my mouth, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. His hand moves from my neck to my cheek, his thumb brushing against my jaw as his movements become faster, more erratic.

His grip tightens in my hair like he’s right on the edge of snapping. His cock throbs against my tongue, his abs tense, his body straining. I can feel it in the way he twitches. The way his breath gets ragged. The way he mutters a low, “Fuck, don’t…stop,”

And I don’t stop. I suck harder, deeper, dragging my tongue along the underside of his shaft just like he told me to. I want to ruin him. I want him to fall apart because of me.

His hips jerk forward, making me gag a little, and he groans, deep and broken.

I let him hit the back of my throat, but I don’t pull away.

I want this. I want to feel every ounce of his pleasure. I want to taste what I’ve done to him.

His hands tighten, forcing me to look up at him, and God, the way he stares down at me while using my mouth to get himself off. His eyes are wild, jaw clenched and chest rising like he’s barely holding himself together.

I moan around him, starving for it, and dig my nails into his thighs.

And that’s it. He snaps.

With a brutal groan, he drives himself deep, holding my head still as his cock pulses. Hot cum spills on my mouth. I try to swallow around it, but there’s so much. He’s coming hard, panting and groaning my name. He holds me there, forcing me to take it all, and I do, my body trembling with the effort.

“Take every drop,” he rasps, not letting up, riding it out while his body tenses from the force of it. “Swallow it all like my good girl.”

His words have my thighs pressing together with need, the throbbing between my legs unbearable.

I swallow again, tears slipping down my cheeks, and I love it. Every dirty second of it.

When he finally pulls back, his cock slides from my lips with a soft, wet sound, and I’m left gasping.

He stares down at me, breathless. Ravaged.

“Fuck me,” he breaths in heavy, still trying to catch his breath. “That was incredible.”

He grabs my waist and drags me up off the floor. I stumble, and he catches me with one arm, the other already unbuttoning the rest of my top and tossing it to the floor.

“You did so good, little thing,” he says, spinning me around and leaning me forward. “But we’re not finished yet.”

My hands slam against the polished wood of my desk. Ares shoves papers and objects out of the way with one sweep of his arm.

“Bend over,” he says, and I obey before I can even think.

My breasts hit the cool surface, my ass in the air, legs shaking beneath me.

He moves behind me, fast and hungry. His fingers hook into my skirt and yank it down, my panties with it. I gasp as the air hits my soaked skin, every inch of me burning.

“Gorgeous,” he praises from behind. “Look at that wet little pussy”

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