Page 12 of Staking His Claim
“Fuck yes, just like that.” I hoped she would take me in her mouth eventually, but this was a fantastic start.
When I managed to pry open eyes that seemed to keep shutting, she looked less alarmed as she parted her lips and slowly slid me into her mouth.
“Your mouth feels so good, baby,” I encouraged some more.
Her sweet smile told me she loved the praise. I fully intended to shower her with bucketloads.
“Take me deeper,” I begged. Then sighed when she did. “Good girl. Such a good girl,” I crooned.
She worked me in, licked, sucked hard, made me see stars. But she didn’t take me anywhere near as deep as I wanted. She couldn’t.
I was big.
And she was…inexperienced. And fuck, every time that registered, my dick just swelled harder.
I was a fucking Neanderthal, delighted at the idea of an untried young girl being all mine.
“Deeper,” I begged, and God bless her, she opened wider, until the base of my corona touched the back of her tongue. Her faint gag made my balls tighten.
I started to withdraw, but she made a sound of protest, her warm, beautiful mouth sucking me back in.
“You sure?”
Her head bobbed, her tongue lashing the thick veins before she lunged again, meeting my helpless thrust. She gagged again, but fuck, she kept going like a champ, wetness spiking her lashes as she gorged herself on my cock.
“Relax your throat for me, baby. Take a deep breath and let me in.”
Her eyes met mine and I was a complete bastard for loving the flash of wariness before she stilled, then completely relaxed her mouth.
I pushed, pushed,pushed. Groaned deep when I felt the back of her throat. “There you go. That feels so good. So fucking incredible.”
I stayed until she started to wriggle, then reluctantly pulled back. But surprising me again, she sucked in a breath and lunged. And fuck if my gorgeous little paralegal wasn’t high on sucking my cock.
Knowing I was cresting the point of no return, I spiked my fingers into her hair to keep her head from banging on the glass, then I went for it, fucking her mouth in deep, long strokes, holding myself where I loved her mouth most.
Until slim, cool fingers cupped my balls.
“Oh fuck. Yes, baby. Here I come. Tap my leg if you want me to withd?—”
She was shaking her head even before I finished, the blue-eyed glare telling me not to dare.
And with that, the last pillar of control collapsed.
Throwing my head back, I came down my obsession's throat, cursing and hissing my way to my first non-masturbatory climax in three years.
She gagged, moaned, wriggled, but Emily Hartley stayed on my dick until my balls were empty and my legs felt like fresh noodles.
I managed to look down when thought staggered back into my brain. To find her staring up at me, lips red and eyes sparkling.
“Was that okay, Mr. Knight?”
A laugh barked out and I shook my head in wonder and delight.
Emily
I was fairlycertain the outer window was made of one-way glass and I didn’t fully recall if Fletcher had locked his office doors.
But in that moment, I didn’t care.
