Page 118 of Jacob
We’ve been out for a meal at Lincoln and Violet’s Michelin three-star rated restaurant for the evening and my wife looks edible in her dress. Not wanting the evening to end, I thought I’d fulfill one of her fantasies.
“Did you forget something?” Playing along, she looks at me with a knowing eye.
“Yes, your panties.” I step out of the elevator and make a beeline for my office.
“Are they along here?” she says sweetly behind me, knowing they are most certainly not.
As soon as she steps into my office, I slam the door shut and push her up against it.
“Good evening, Mrs. Baxter. Would you like to be fucked over my desk or up against the window this evening?”
“Over the desk,” she says through hooded eyes as she stares at my lips. “But on this side of the desk so I can see your reflection in the windows. I want to watch.”
I crash my lips against hers, diving my tongue into her mouth.
“Take off your dress,” I demand, then step back, and toe off my shoes.
She slides her long dress up her thighs, revealing her black lace-topped stockings and nothing else.
I throw off my dress jacket, then undo my tie and top button of my shirt.
“Take it all off,” she says, slipping her dress up over her naked body, letting it drop to the floor.
I know how much she appreciates my tattoos. It makes her wet for me. It always has.
Once I’m stripped to my waist, she walks over to me and puts her hand against my chest, prompting me to walk backward to the desk until I hit the edge of it.
“Have you been a good boy?” She smirks.
“Not even in the slightest.”
“Do you know what happens to bad boys?”
“They get their cock sucked?”
Running her hands down my sides, over my body that’s now covered in even more deep-blue butterfly tattoos, she drops to her knees, palms her hand over my now hard cock then proceeds to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip my trousers in seconds, as if she can’t wait to taste me.
“Can you remember what you said to me all those years ago?” I ask.
“I can’t wait to taste you,” she whispers, sliding my trousers down my hips. I lift myself up from the desk to help her pull them off and free my cock from my boxers.
Without hesitation, she pushes me back against the desk, then licks her tongue around the weeping head of my cock. Cupping my balls, she grips her hand around my shaft and begins stroking.
She’s so fucking good at giving head.
“Suck my cock.” I thread my fingers into the back of her silver locks, urging her to do what I ask.
She pulls me into her mouth, sucking me so deep I hit the back of her throat. Then she moves, fuck me, does she move, sucking, stroking, and licking her tongue around my cock.
She grabs on to my ass to pull me deeper into her mouth and I have to slam my hands on either side of my desk to stop my legs giving way.
“Aw, fuck.” I slip my cock out of her mouth, pull her to her feet and plunge my tongue between her lips, tasting myself on her.
“Were you trying to make me come?” I move us around, then turn her to face the desk.
“Yes,” she pants.
I slap her bent-over-the-desk ass, making her gasp. “When I come tonight, I am coming inside of this pretty pussy.” I slide my cock between her folds.
