Page 46 of Web of Lies
In my hold, her body trembles, and her legs tighten around my hand buried inside her. Her hands curl into fists on the desk, her knuckles turning white. "That's my baby girl," I say, dragging out the "r" as I thrust my fingers deeper inside her. "Come for me," I breathe out, pushing her over the edge. A broken moan rises from her throat as her muscles spasm. I thrust my fingers in as far as her pussy allows, bringing my thumb to her clit and rolling it in circles.
Eventually, her muscles soften around my hand, and she exhales a satisfied sigh. While she is still lost in her haze of pleasure, I pull my hands back, spin her around, and pull her along as I fall back onto Hunt's office chair.
Her gorgeous blue eyes meet mine, her pupils dilated from arousal. She furrows her brows as I undo my jeans and pushthem down with my boxer briefs, releasing my fully erect, throbbing cock, which is already leaking pre-cum. I wrap my fingers, drenched in her arousal, around the base of my cock and give it a slow pump, coating myself in the evidence of her orgasm.
"What are you doing?" she asks, her breath coming in soft pants as she takes a step toward me.
"Come on. Don't tell me you never imagined sucking cock in this position." Even in the dim light filtering through the windows, I see her face flush a soft shade of pink.
Her attention shifts to my cock, and she sucks her lower lip between her teeth. She observes me with greedy eyes as I run my thumb over her head and play with my piercings. The touch sends a rush of heat through my muscles.
Without another word, she steps between my legs, rests her hands on my thighs, and drops to her knees. "You might be right," she says, placing her hand over mine, nudging it away, before closing her fingers around my cock.
"Then." I curl my fingers under her chin, tilting her head up as I trace her plump lower lip with my thumb. "Let's make your dream come true." A smirk spreads across my face.
She flashes me a smile, parting her lips and flicking her tongue against my thumb before sucking it into her mouth. My other hand finds the back of her head, and I pull her hair back, twisting it between my fingers. Meanwhile, she works her hand up and down my length. With her thumb, she brushes over my shaft and bumps across every row of my Jacob's ladder.
My gaze fixes on her and the beautiful view of her. She pumps her hand down to the base, then stops. She releases my thumb with a pop, purses her lips, and spits onto the crown. Then, with a twist of her wrist, she rolls her hand back up. A groan rumbles from the depths of my stomach, and I lean back in the chairas her thumb brushes over the head, collecting the saliva and smearing it down my full length.
When she finally lowers her head, her eyes remain glued to mine. With her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, she holds me in place. She sticks out her tongue and runs it up the underside until she reaches the head, where she swirls it around the crown before closing her lips around it. Her tongue flattens against my shaft as she lowers her head and swallows me into her mouth.
My breathing stutters, and my grip on her hair tightens. Her muffled groan vibrates around me and rips through me, tearing a groan from my throat. She hasn't started yet, but the sight of her on her knees in her boss's office, lips stretched around my cock, is almost enough to make me come.
Tears gather in her eyes, but she doesn't back away. Instead, she lifts her head and drags her tongue around the tip of my cock again before lowering me back into her mouth. With one hand gripping the fabric of my jeans on my thigh and the other wrapped around my base, she pumps me in rhythm with her head bobbing up and down.
The otherwise silent room echoes with my sharp breaths and the muffled gulps every time she swallows me deeper. Heat throbs through my abdomen, and my cock strains against the piercings, digging into my flesh. I flex my neck and take deep breaths through my nose; the grunts vibrating in my chest. I stare at Riley, whose gaze is fixed on me. A veil of tears coats her eyes, and the thin layer of mascara she applied smears as tears roll down her cheeks.
Saliva drips from the corners of her lips each time she lowers me into her mouth. Little by little, she takes me deeper until I eventually hit the back of her throat. At impact, I tighten my grip on her hair and force her head down, burying her face in my pubic hair and effectively gagging her. Her eyes fall shut, and herfingers dig into my thigh. Her whole body trembles between my legs; the sight of her struggling to breathe while choking on my cock is stunning.
I take a deep breath, filling my lungs to the max, and force myself to stay calm to avoid coming on the spot from her throat muscles cramping in panic around the head of my cock. But it's no use. My hips stutter and thrust into her throat as my cock pulses in her mouth. With a sigh, the pressure melts and I spill my load deep into her throat.
Another gag follows, but I refuse to let her off the hook. "Swallow, Baby. We're not gonna waste a single drop." Her nose flares as she struggles to breathe and fights the urge to throw up on my lap. With each attempt to swallow, her throat tightens around the head of my cock, drawing another groan from me. "That's it, such a good girl."
She struggles against my hand on her head, her nails digging into my thigh as she taps her fingers three times. Every muscle in my body screams to hold her down until she passes out, but I force myself to let go. She breaks free with a wet gasp, her lips stretched and her mouth hanging open as she struggles for air. A thick line of drool and cum clings to the edge of her mouth and trickles down her chin. Her eyes are blown wide open and glossy with tears. She sinks down onto her ass and rests her palms on my thighs.
"Everything okay, beautiful?" I cup her cheek in my palm and scoop up my cum trickling down her chin with my thumb before bringing it to my lips. Running my tongue over the pad of my thumb, the taste of myself spread through my mouth.
"Yes..." she chokes out through heavy breaths.
"Good." My lips twist into a smirk. "Because we're not done yet."
"What?"
"What?" she protests. She shuffles back, but I'm already on her, my hands sliding under her arms and hoisting her up. Her feet barely touch the ground as I spin her around and shove her forward. She gasps as her body collides with the desk, her palms landing flat on the desk. "Kyle."
"You think you get to tap out after just a taste?"
"Yes?" she asks, peeking over her shoulder with an unsettling innocence.
"Wrong." I snort, a mocking laugh vibrating in my chest. With a step closer, I force my still-hard cock between her legs. The heat of her slick folds wraps around me, coating me in her arousal as I grind against her.
"If I have the chance, I'm going to claim you in every way I can tonight." I tower over her, my chest flattening against her back. One of my hands snakes up, and I wrap my fingers around the base of her neck, my thumb brushing over her thumping pulse point.
"Kyle," she chokes out, but my other hand is already between us. My fingers curl around the base of my cock, guiding myself lower until the swollen head drags through her slick folds. The moment my cock catches on her entrance, I lean closer, my lips brushing against her ear.
"I'm going to make you squirt all over this desk." Then I rock forward, burying myself inside her in one deep thrust. Her moan rips through the quiet office, and she falls forward, her chest landing flat on the surface as her hands fly up, gripping the edge of the table.
I straighten my posture, pinning her in place with the hand on the back of her neck, and draw my hips back only to slam back into her. The desk scrapes against the marble floor with force, her body rocking back and forward with every thrust. Her knuckles turn white as she holds on, moans spilling from her lips. From the first thrust, my hips slam into her ass in a brutalrhythm. The wet sound of me pounding into her pussy echoes through the office, mingling with our cries of pleasure.
