“Wow,” I whisper against her mouth. While she is more than wanting, needing when I’ve initiated sex, she’s never been the one to make the first move. She signals she’s interested with nothing more than a grinding against me with her ass, or holding a kiss too long. But nothing like this.
“Shut up for once, Mr. Matthias Baxter,” she whispers hoarsely and then falls to her knees.
Despite looking like a fucking queen, she kneels at my feet, her skirt billowing around her like a pool of liquid gold.
She fumbles with my zipper and reaches in for my already-hardening cock. The anticipation pulses like a drumbeat, faster and faster.
After everything we’ve done, my cock hasn’t been in her mouth yet. I could tell that her experience with sex hasn’t been as extensive as mine, and I wanted her to initiate her sucking my cock when she wanted to.
And apparently, she wants to now.
She wastes no time, and licks the head of my cock with the tip of her tongue.
“God,” I hiss, my cock twitching at the touch.
My reaction burns away the last of her reticence, and her mouth slides down over my cock.
Pressing against the underside of my hardness, her tongue strokes the seam running along the length. Her lips stretch as she struggles to navigate the thickness of my cock that is now inching towards her throat.
Frustrated, she pulls off and makes a soft needy sound, her hand gripping on the base of my cock.
I lift her chin so she’s looking at me, can see what she’s doing to me. “Easy, darling, just take it easy… there’s no rush. It feels so good already,” I encourage her.
If I died today, I’d be a happy man, having had her mouth wrapped around me.
She nods, and tries again. Rolling her tongue over my tip, her saliva with the precum already pooling. My body can’t refuse her, it reacts to her without my input.
In this case, we agree.
She presses her pursed lips against me; they spread, sucking tightly around my cock as she pushes her head down.
I’m going to fucking die.
My hand runs through her hair, pulling at the hair clip, letting the curls fall down to frame her face.
She pulls off to take another breath, then returns her mouth to my cock, taking a little more of me each time.
I stroke her cheek, focusing on her breathing and almost forget mine in the process. Her jaw relaxes, taking me almost all the way.
“Good girl, take this cock. It’s all yours. You’ve made it yours forever.”
It spurs her on and her movements quicken, each stroke making my eyes roll up into my head.
I grip her chin and lift it to look at me, those big beautiful eyes trusting me.
“Make me come, darling.”
She nods, her hand gripping me more tightly as she shifts higher up on her knees so she can angle her throat, taking me deeper.
Her mouth strokes me over and over as she quietly gags on my thickness.
“Don’t stop, god, you feel so good my little hellion, kneeling there in your designer dress, gagging on my cock. You’re perfect for me, did you know that?”
The climax explodes like a supernova in my chest and spreads all over my body, I grunt as my cock hardens almost painfully and I pull out, gripping my cock and jack it into her open mouth.
The cum ribbons on her mouth and cheeks.
“You’re a vision, darling.”
A goddess on her knees bringing me to mine.
She collects the cum on her face and licks it off her fingers with a satisfying purr.
I groan. How can that look so fucking hot?
I lean back on the stage, headache gone. She pulls my hand away and licks my cock clean, making me jerk, before tucking me back into my pants. Then she stands, fixing her hair as she says, “Ready to go, Mr. Baxter?”
I laugh and pull her close, sucking my cum off her tongue.
CLARISSA
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t’s thrilling to leave the empty ballroom, still tasting Matthias’s cum on my tongue and knowing he tastes it as well. I stand in the warm night air in front of the Plaza waiting for him to return with the car, my feet aching from the new shows. My mind wanders, thinking about all the ways he’s going to fuck me in the dress, when someone grips my elbow.
“You look pretty. Wearing that dress for anyone in particular?” Gerry slithers into the space next to me.
The urge to be sick slams into me like a runaway truck. “Yes. Myself.”
He snickers, his hand clammy, still grabbing my bare arm. “Always such a sassy little mouth. Even when you were in college, you would come to my house parading around in those little shorts. Were you hoping I’d fuck you?”
If I wasn’t surrounded by people coming in and out of the hotel, I’d have kneed him in the groin and punched him in the face. “You’re drunk. Get away from me.”
An older couple I recognize from the gala gives me a friendly wave as they get in their waiting car.
“Good night, Clarissa.”
I wave back with a nod, not trusting myself to speak.
Next to me, Gerry snuffles like a pig digging for truffles. “Sweetheart, I think it’s time I called in those favors, don’t you think? Before things get a little too hot and heavy with my little nephew? Wouldn’t you rather be seen on my arm, the actual CEO of Baxter Enterprises, rather than just some piddly little regional director?”
“He’s ten times the man you are.”
“But sweetheart, he’ll never be yours. He’s a fucking skirt chaser. Fucks anything that moves.” My eyes close, trying not to listen to all the things I’d said to myself about Matthias. I don’t even see when
Gerry spins me around to face him. “Whereas I love you.”
What the fuck? Just how drunk is he? “Let me go. He’s going to be here soon.”
“Good. He and I should talk. He might be promising you everything right now, but that’s because you’re all nice and shiny. I wonder how shiny he’s going to think you are when I can tell him I was inside you before he ever was. What do you think he’ll think about that?”