Page 75 of All Twerk, No Play

I pushed his fist aside, the underside of his shaft pulsing against my palm. When my hair fell in front of my face, I paused to scan my desk for an elastic.

He tore loose his bun, his glorious mane cascading down around his face. His fingers scraped my scalp to pull my hair into a ponytail with his tie. Strangely, the thoughtful styling felt more intimate than when his fingers had been inside me.

I lowered his boxers and his cock sprang up eagerly. And what a cock it was. My mouth watered at the contrast of his golden skin and slightly lighter shaft, pink at the tip.

“And you call me the Cobra.”

“You’re the little cobra.” When he laughed, his erection slapped against his contracting six pack. Fuck, his body was a masterpiece. “He’s the King Cobra.”

Laughing, I brought my hand around the shaft. The crown was wet with precum, which I licked off with the tip of my tongue.

“Don’t tease, Victoria,” he commanded, voice gruff. His palm caressed my cheek, his thumb rubbing my bottom lip. “You’ve been doing that for months. Put that smart mouth to work.”

I dropped to my knees and slid my lips around his cock. Wrapping a hand around his thigh for leverage, I went deeper with each pass, relishing the tightness in his hamstrings as he battled his urge to thrust.

“Fuck, baby, look at you,” he brushed the loose flyaways away from my face. “Those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock look even better than I imagined.”

I picked up the pace, pressing my tongue into his crown on the way up and increasing my suction on the way down. His ass tightened as my tongue fluttered on the underside of his shaft.

“Good girl, just like that,” he sighed between panting breaths. He enjoyed for a few minutes as I explored, his searing gaze locked on every flick of my tongue, moaning as my hand caressed his balls. “I’m gonna come, how do you …?”

“Mouth?” I lifted off quickly to ask, “Or breasts?”

I usually went with whatever ended fastest without major cleanup required, but not now. Right now, both choices turned me on. I barely recognized myself as this bold vixen.

His head dropped back, the vein in his neck pulsing as if the decision itself was agony, then snapped down. “Tits.”

My hand released his balls to tug down the other strap of my dress, unclasping my bra and tossing it near his jeans. He shuddered, using his hand around my ponytail to pull my mouth off his cock and biting out, “Chair.”

I lifted off my knees and leaned back on the seat, legs wide to keep him close. His grip on my ponytail tilted my neck and I arched my back to present my breasts. With a pleased groan, he wrapped his hand over mine around his cock to pick up the pace, stroking vigorously before he came in long spurts. As the warm wetness landed on my nipples, his eyes were locked on my chest, expression primal as his cum spread on my willing breasts.

He exhaled heavily as the last tension drained from his muscles. He released my hair and propped himself up on the back of the chair as his eyelids closed in relief.

The liquid slowly dripped into my cleavage, leaving a messy trail. I cupped my fingers to prevent it from dripping onto the dress pooled around my waist. When he opened his eyes and saw me touching my breasts, he murmured, “Shit, you know exactly what I like.”

Under his still-heated gaze with his praise hanging between us, I changed my movement from being utilitaria —I’d been hoping to wear this again before dry cleaning—to seductive, rubbing his cum into my skin.

“Good girl,” he murmured as my fingers caressed my nipple.

His obvious desire emboldened me, giving me an idea that had never crossed my mind before: I lifted a finger to my mouth and sucked it clean.

He watched with such unabashed desire that I didn’t know how to react … so I wiped some cum off my collarbone, saying dryly, “Usually I prefer diamonds, but I could get used to pearls.”

A shocked look crossed his face before his mouth widened into an incredulous smile.He doubled over with a whooping laugh. “Christ, I didn’t think you’d know what a pearl necklace was. You just keep surprising me.”

He pulled me up to stand, my dirty chest rubbing his clean shirt. “Now turn around so I can unzip that dress, and let’s get you cleaned up in the shower.”

"Lover," Taylor Swift

Victoria

Iresistedhispathto the master bathroom shower, stopping him with a hand on his chest. Normally with a man in my bedroom, I kept the lights dim to mask my insecurities. But with Eric, I stood shamelessly naked, ready to play.

“What happened to ‘2 to 12 hours’? That was what, 20 minutes?” I couldn’t imagine cross-examining anybody else’s virility, but his eyes lit at the opportunity to spar. “Unless, wait, when did the clock start? From picking me up at the elevator? Arriving at the restaurant?”Confronting my duplicitous date?

“Sounds like your contract has a loophole. Rookie mistake, baby.”

Insulting my contract? Shots fired. “Or maybe it’s false advertising.”

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