Page 130 of The Arrogant One
Her hand dived into my hair, pulling at my strands. “Yesss!” she gasped when I pulled back, the cold of the office probably hitting the wetness I’d left behind.
“You’re going to get more, don’t worry.”
I took the dropper of champagne and held it over her clit, squeezing the end so the bubbling liquid came dribbling out. Ididn’t let any go to waste. My lips were right there, at the bottom of her pussy, catching every drop.
“You have no idea how good this tastes.” I was staring up at her with my tongue out, watching the heat build in her eyes, swallowing everything that ran down her.
Once it was empty, I picked up the cupcake, staying right where I was, and I swiped my finger across the frosting, scooping up a small amount and dragging the thickness over her pussy. Her breathing was speeding up, her exhales sounding like moans as I coated her in a thin layer.
“How does that feel?”
“Cold. Tingly from the champagne.” She shivered. “Gritty and heavy.”
With my tongue out, I licked up and down the sides, swallowing the sugary mixture, refreshing my tongue so I could clean the frosting off her. “It’s so sweet.”
“That’s because it’s buttercream.” Her head was back, her mouth open, her sky-high red heels now balancing on the very edge of my desk.
“I was talking about your cunt.”
She looked at me and smiled. “Oh.”
When I began to lick harder and faster, the frosting completely gone, not even a swipe left on her skin, the only thing that remained was my need to give her an orgasm. That was when the screaming started. I could tell she was trying to keep her voice down, but she just couldn’t.
I was giving her too much pleasure.
Because I knew how she liked to have her pussy licked.
I knew what would send her body into shudders.
And she was getting all of that—right now.
“Lockhart!”
Her wetness thickened around my skin as myfinger plunged in and out of her, and within a few more grazes of her clit, she lost it.
“Ah! Yes!”
Her body was in full-on quivers, her moans carrying straight to the walls of my office, her hips grinding over the wood beneath her ass, working her orgasm out. I kept my tongue on her, my finger deep inside, aimed at her G-spot, my movements only stopping when I was sure she was finished.
“Damn, that tongue,” she panted.
I chuckled as I gently pulled it back—the tongue, that was—wiping the corners of my mouth. “It fucking loves to eat you.”
“And I love when it eats me.” She reached behind her back to unhook her bra, the lace joining her coat on the floor. “Now it’s your turn to come.” Her feet dropped from the desk, and as she stood, whatever was left of her panties fell to her ankles. “I want you naked, and I want you naked now.”
“That demand just made my dick harder.”
While she got to work on my belt and pants, I undid my tie and the buttons of my shirt and took off my suit jacket, standing to place it all across my keyboard. With her help, I was able to step out of my pants and boxer briefs, slipping out of my shoes and socks. By the time I sat back down, she was walking toward me, straddling my chair, moving her legs beneath the armrests and lowering herself onto my lap.
“I want you.” She wasted no time, aiming my tip at her pussy and sinking down over my shaft. “Ah, yes, I want it.”
“Fuck, Sadie.” I held her waist as she stayed low, shifting toward me and back, having me hit each of her walls inside.
The tightness. The heat. The wetness.
It was a lethal combination, threatening to instantly make me come.
“You’re taking this fucking dick like you can’t live withoutit.” I fisted her long strands, holding them, wrapping them around my wrist.
