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With a mouth covered in drool and precum, I say, “Thank you. I want you to use me however you want. Make me forget everything. Please.”
Quinn nods his head, then he grabs me by the throat and forces me to stand. When he squeezes, it’s exactly the way I showed him how to do it last time. He uses his grip around my neck to push me toward my desk and make me turn around.
“You want to forget everything?” he asks rhetorically. “I’ll make you forget. Knock all of that shit off of your desk, then take off your pants and panties and climb on top on all fours. I want to see that ass high in the fucking air for me.”
My heart roars with excitement, and I can't even control the next words out of my mouth.
“Yes, Sir,” I say before I can stop myself, then I do as Quinn has told me. I forget how expensive my keyboard and mouse are, or the fact that they are still connected to the CPU. I don't care about any of it. I knock it all to the floor: pens, stapler, paperclips, folders, and anything else in my way. All of it crashes to the carpet before I wiggle out of my pants, remove my panties, and climb onto my desk, bending over and giving Quinn the view he asked for.
“Goddamn,” he exclaims from behind me. “You really will do anything I tell you, won't you?”
I nod, poking my ass in the air even higher. “Yes. The more you earn my trust, the more I’ll be willing to do.”
“Is that right? Then I have my work cut out for me, but I like it. I want to earn that trust so you’ll give yourself over to me completely. I fucking love it,” he says, rubbing my ass with his hand. “You wanted to know what else I wanted to do to you. Well, you're about to find out how badly I've been wanting to spank this perfect ass of yours. You want me to spank you and make you forget the world?”
“Yes, Sir. Please make me forget it all,” I reply, giddy at how quickly he is picking up the Dom mantle.
“Fuck. Hearing you say please makes me want to cover you in my cum. It’s so fucking hot, Olivia. My fucking knees quiver when you say it. Do it again.”
Trembling from how badly I want him, I say, “Please. Please spank me, Quinn.”
“I fucking can't get enough of you,” he replies, just before he slaps the palm of his hand against my ass.
Thesmackechoes off the walls and threatens to shake the pictures off, and the pain rockets through me, starting with my ass before climbing up the rest of my body. The second slap is even harder than the first, jolting me forward and filling me with a painful bliss I have needed for far too long. Quinn makes me forget that he isn't used to being a Dom, picking up the role effortlessly and covering himself with it. He smacks my ass over and over again, ignoring any feeling he may have to be gentle. There is nothing gentle about it, and I know I will be sore for days—a feeling that will put a smile on my face every time it stings me.
“Goddamn, you're incredible,” he says, finally stopping to look over his work like an artist appraising a sculpture. “And look at how fucking wet you are. Do you realize you're dripping for me? You've made a mess right on top of your desk.”
I take a moment to look between my legs, and I have to bite back a smile when I see that he's right. I'm so wet that I'vedripped onto my desk right in front of him. I'm thirty-five years old and that has never happened before, but what I turn around and watch Quinn do next is something I never thought I would see, no matter how old I got.
While stroking his dick, Quinn leans forward and licks up my mess. Sticking out his tongue, he licks it right off the desk like a dog at a bowl of water, swallowing all of me down before standing up straight again.
“You taste so fucking good,” he says, sending me reeling. Then he grabs my ass and forces me to turn over. “Now, lay on your back. I want to taste it right from the source.”
With my heart trying to burst from my chest, I carefully spin around on the desk and lay on my back with my legs spread wide. The second I'm safely centered on the wood, Quinn drops to his knees and engulfs my pussy like he has been doing it for years and already knows exactly how I like it.
“Holy fuck,” I exclaim, barely able to hold my legs up as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I lay back and let Quinn devour me, slurping up my clit before letting his tongue walk over my pussy. Not a single crevice is ignored, and I can already tell that this man absolutely loves eating pussy. He eats it like it’s his favorite pastime, alternating between licking and sucking before slipping two fingers in and working both at the same time.
He fingers me while focusing on sucking my clit, and as if that wasn't enough to bring me to the brink, I look down and see his free arm moving back and forth. My eyes widen as I realize that he's stroking his cock while he's eating my pussy, and I lose all sense of control in a flash as bright as an atomic bomb. The sensation quickly builds to a crescendo that I am unable to stop. I can't even tell him that I'm about to come, because I am silenced by an orgasm that hits me like a train.
All I can do is scramble for any part of my desk that I can grab, and I squeeze the wood until my fingers hurt as I explode into Quinn’s mouth. He doesn't back up a single inch, taking all of it and swallowing happily. The bliss holds me in its clutches for what seems like an hour before letting me go just as Quinn’s body begins to shake violently.
“Oh fuck!” he shouts, his words muffled by my pussy on his face. Then he crumbles into a million pieces, moaning and convulsing as he shoots cum all over the carpet in front of my desk. I nearly come again just from watching the beautiful scene play out in front of me.
When it’s all said and done, Quinn gets up and offers me a hand so that I don't fall off the desk, then he sits in the chair while I kneel on the floor right next to his cum.
“Wow,” I say, shaking my head. “That was everything I needed it to be.”
“Glad to be of service,” he says with a proud smile that reaches his ears. “I've never seen anyone get that wet before.”
“I've never had anyonemake methat wet before,” I admit, still stunned by the fact. “And I can't believe you came like that. It was so fucking hot. You didn't want to put on a condom and come inside me? That’s what most guys are dying to do.”
Quinn frowns like I've offended him as he shakes his head. “Clearly, I am nothing like other guys. I hope that becomes more obvious to you the longer we know each other.”
“Admittedly, I knew it the moment I first saw you.”
“Good, then don't forget it,” he says. “I came exactly the way I wanted to—with your cum still sliding down my throat. What happened here tonight is the kind of thing I've wanted for a long time. In fact, I'm not even sure I knew I wanted it like this. So it was more like getting everything I never knew I wanted. Well, maybe not everything, but definitely close.”
