Page 151 of Hexed
She laughs like I’m joking. “Can you be serious?”
“Iamserious.” My hands move to her hips, and I lean into her, whispering in her ear. “Now be a good girl and let me eat.”
I drop to my knees, and I make quick work of pushing up her skirt until it reveals her glistening, puffy pussy to my eyes.
Sending up a quick prayer of thanks that she both almost always wears a dress of some sort and that she seems averse to underwear, I spread her legs apart, my palms pushing the insides of her thighs until my head can fit between them.
And then I dive in, not wasting any time, because I’mstarvingfor her, and ever since my first taste, I haven’t been able to get the memory of it out of my mind.
My mouth suctions around her clit immediately, sucking in a rhythmic motion while my tongue swirls the bud like it’s ice cream.
Better than, if I’m being honest, but again, I’ve never been a sweets kind of guy. I much prefer the salty, tangy taste of a woman.
She moans and collapses against the desk, the same way she did last night, and I make quick work of her pussy, paying attention to where she needs me most. I reach down with one of my hands and undo my belt and zipper while I keep my tongue on her cunt, freeing my cock, tugging from the base to the root and back again.
She sits up slightly on her elbows, her mouth half-open as she watches me eat her out. Her gaze moves to my arm. “Are you stroking yourself?” She pants. “I want to see.”
I almost tell her no, that I’m not letting her move until she comes all over my face, but she sits up fully and forces me off her. My hand keeps moving on my dick, and her eyes flare before she’s off the desk and shoving me back until I’m lying on the floor, my cock sticking straight up.
My eyes widen, surprised by how quickly she took control, and I’m about to say something, but then she’s there and her mouth is sliding down my length, and instead of being able to speak, I find she steals every ounce of breath from my lungs.
It’s hot. Wet. Fucking incredible.
She keeps going, working her way until she’s at the base of my shaft, the flat of her tongue slipping out of her mouth and licking the top part of my balls while I’m inside her throat from root to tip.
Goddamn.
I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone take me this deep.
She breathes through her nose, and my hands shoot to the back of her head, holding her in place. I expect her to complain about it, but her eyes flick up to mine, and she stares devilishly at me from beneath her lashes; it sends a spark of arousal arcing through my body like a meteor. My hips lift from the ground without thought, and my dick moves farther down her throat.
She moans—she fuckingmoans—and the vibration massages my cock and makes my hips thrust harder, my fingers tangling in her strands just to keep me grounded.
I won’t last long if she keeps this up. My hands move to grip more of her hair, holding it back so I can see her pretty face as she works my dick from base to tip, her tongue swirling around the shaft as she does.
My abs tense, every muscle tightening as I fly higher and higher. “Goddamn, baby, you look so fucking good taking my cock.”
She hums around me, and my eyes roll back in my head, my movements growing jerky.
Saliva drips from the corners of her lips and down onto my lap, and it’s messy and fucking amazing, and I’m so close to exploding in her sweet, hot mouth, but I don’t want to come this way.
I tell her as much, trying to pull her face off me, and she follows, releasing me with a pop, a string of saliva connecting from my tip to her lip, her red lipstick smeared.
My dick slaps against my stomach, and I’m so on edge, I reach down and grip myself at the base, gritting my teeth and trying to think about fuckinganythingother than how sexy every single experience with her is.
I count to ten and get myself together, and when I open my eyes, she’s staring out my floor-to-ceiling windows that line the far wall.
She looks back to me and smirks. “Interesting choice of office for someone with a fear of heights.”
That does it. I am no longer close to coming. “It would be if I was afraid of heights. Which I’m not.”
“Oh yeah?” She arches a brow. “Prove it.”
Anxiety pumps through me, but I’ll be damned if I let her think I’m a coward about it, so I accept her challenge and lean back, stripping off my clothes entirely until I’m naked.
She watches me with a gleam in her eyes, and it doesn’t miss me how the power balance has shifted since she threw me on the ground and drank up my cock like it was dessert. And now I’m here on full display, and she’s fully clothed.
But I don’t need her naked to fuck her, so I move quickly, diving forward and scooping her up before standing and walking us both over to the windows.
