Page 13 of Tempted

“Yes. Like that.” Hugh hissed through his teeth. His hips thrusted him further into my mouth as his groans started to get louder.

“I’m gonna cum.” He grunted each word as both hands grabbed at my head, using my mouth.

He tried to pull free, but my hand grabbed his ass, holding tight.

It was my turn. I took over the rhythm, slurping and sucking, pulling him in and out of my mouth, enjoying the symphony he was making above me mixed with the wet sounds he was making in my mouth.

I moved my tongue side to side, licking at the bottom of his shaft, while I bobbed my head backward and forward. Hugh cried out, spilling his cum down my throat.

Humming, I sucked hard as he groaned. He cursed as I did it again and again. After the fifth trip down, he hissed and pulled from my mouth with a pop.

Hugh sank to his knees in front of me and grabbed me by the throat.

His eyes looked glassy, and he was out of breath. I gave him a small smile and he smiled back.

“I think you just sucked out my soul,” he said before kissing me, thrusting his tongue in slowly, tightening his grip on my throat.

I laughed against his lips as he nudged my thighs open. His fingers went right to my nub. My laugh turned into a cry.

“Mhm, I knew you’d be wet for me,” he said, pulling my clit between two fingers and kissing me hard. He scissored his fingers, pulling and flicking as my orgasm began to build. I panted as he started to kiss my face.

My hips jerked against his hand, trying to gain more friction. He was turning me inside out. I just needed a little more.

“Please,” I whispered.

Hugh tutted against my neck before pulling his hand away.

I gasped, opening my eyes to see him looking down at me, his fingers in his mouth.

“I want to taste you when you cum. Get on the desk.” Hugh stood, offering me his hand.

He adjusted himself back into his suit pants as he started walking me backward toward the desk.

“Wait,” he said, carefully grabbing at the sash tied at my waist. Pulling, he undid the knot, sliding the fabric open. He then worked each button free, his fingers caressing my chest as he went. He pushed one side of my dress off, and then the other, gently holding the fabric as he pulled it over my hips.

Once I was free, he lifted it and placed it over two chairs, his fingers lingering on the chiffon.

Standing at the edge of his large desk, my bare ass perched, I waited. I’d gone with my favorite long-line lace bra, a blue that matched the dress. A bra he’d barely looked at because he was treating the dress with such reverence.

When Hugh turned, he found me smirking.

“What?” he asked.

“You treated that dress very respectfully,” I replied.

Hugh tilted his head and strolled back over to me, taking me in, inch by inch. I couldn't help but squirm under his unflinching stare.

“It looked remarkable on you, but I like you like this too.” His hands touched my bare thighs and slowly traveled up towards my waist.

I cleared my throat and pulled him closer, but he resisted.

“There. That’s your tell.”

“My tell?” I asked, confused.

“Whenever you’re uncomfortable, you clear your throat and misdirect. But you get this little pleased smile. A shadow of one, but it’s there.” Hugh angled my face up to his.

“I – no, I don’t.” I scoffed and tried to turn away, but he wouldn’t let me.

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