Page 32 of Secret Confession
“Now, use your mouth,” I tell her.
Flush spreads across her cheeks, and she bites her lower lip between her teeth as she gives me a slow nod. I reach over and pull it free, glaring at her as I rub my thumb over her plump lip.
Using her grip on the base, she aims the shaft towards her as she leans forward, giving me an excellent view of her cleavage. She sticks out her tongue and tentatively swipes it over the tip, gathering up the pre-cum pooling there. Before slowly flicking her tongue over my piercing, almost like she’s testing what it feels like.
I squeeze the chair arms, willing myself to stay still and not make any noise, as I don’t want to startle my Little Lamb while she’s exploring.
Courtney runs her tongue along the length of my shaft, feeling the pulsating vein along the underside, before dragging her tongue along the top, back towards the head again. She once again circles around my piercing, sending a shiver through me.
Even though her movements are uncertain and inexperienced, the mere feel of her tongue against my velvety flesh gets me more excited than I thought possible. So I know, when she’s more confident, I will be a goner.
“Open your mouth wide and suck on the tip,” I tell her, keeping my eyes on her as she follows my instructions.
She wraps her plump pink lips around the head of my cock, sucking it into her mouth as she swirls her tongue around the tip, causing a moan to rip from my throat. I can feel her smiling as she pulls more of my length into her mouth, sucking and licking as she does.
I give her a few simple tips and pointers along the way, but mostly, Courtney follows her instincts, and fuck, she’s a natural cocksucker. It takes every bit of strength and self-control that I’ve built up over the last twenty years to stop myself from blowing my load in her throat straight away.
I’m not ready for this to be over just yet, particularly when she’s practising seeing how far she can deepthroat me. I love hearing her gag, watching the tears stream down her face as her pretty lips are stretched wide, swallowing my cock.
She’s getting better at breathing through her nose, or holding her breath whilst I choke her with my dick. Her frantic gasps for air when I finally allow her to breathe are like music to myears.
As she’s gotten more comfortable taking my length, I’ve slowly taken back more of the control I crave. Her hair is gathered tightly into my fist, and I’m using my hold to manipulate her head in any way I want, as I slide my cock deep into her throat.
Before long, she’s able to tolerate me thrusting my hips in slow, purposeful movements, fucking her face in the most domineering way. It won’t be long before I don’t need to hold back, and I can use the brutal pace I enjoy so much, but until then, this is more than enough.
“You’re taking me so well. You’re a natural cocksucker, just like I thought you would be,” I tell her with pride, my body tingling as she chokes on my dick.
“Thank you, Daddy,” she says, though I’m barely able to make out the words as she doesn’t fully remove the tip from her mouth.
Just as I’m pressing deep into her throat again, the intercom on my desk buzzes, and the voice of the security guard working the main Mansion gates fills the room.
“Sir, Marcus and Miles are on their way to your office. They say it’s urgent. I told them you were busy and didn’t want to be disturbed, but they insisted.”
I let out a groan, knowing just how persistent my son can be when he wants something.
Courtney pulls my length from her mouth and looks up at me with wide eyes as she frantically tries to get to her feet. I place my hands on her shoulder, keeping my expression stern as I push her back onto her knees.
“Did I tell you that you could get up?”
She shakes her head. “But Miles…”
My smile twists into a devilish smirk as a wicked thought comes to me. “You’d better be quiet and stay hidden, so they don’t catch you.”
Her eyes widen almost comically as she tries to protest, but the glare I send her way is enough to silence her.
“You’re not going to be a bad little whore, are you? If you are, I will make sure you don’t come for a week. Or you can be a good girl for Daddy, and I’ll reward you.”
Although she looks torn, her gaze flicking between me and the door, I can see the moment her submissive side wins out, as she drops her head and her cheeks turn redder than before. “I’ll be good, Daddy,” she mutters.
“Good, now get all the way under the desk. They won’t be able to see you under there.”
I help her shuffle into position, tucked all the way beneath my desk, her legs spread wide to keep her lower on her knees, so her head doesn’t hit the wood above. I move my chair closer, so my legs are on either side of her, putting me in the perfect position.
To anyone else, I look like I’m simply sitting upright at my desk. At the most, they might wonder why I’m not as laid back or relaxed as I normally am, but they’d have to be incredibly observant to notice that, and the boys are definitely not that attentive.
I look down between my legs and find her staring up at me through hooded lashes, the swell of her tits just visible. It’s a fucking beautiful sight.
“Keep sucking me the whole time. If you stop, or they findout you’re here, I’ll spank your arse so hard, it’ll be red for the whole week you’re not allowed to come. Do you understand?”
