Without further hesitation, I spread my legs open. Bennett grabs one of my heeled feet and throws it over his shoulder, moving my other leg to spread over the arm of my chair and my tied up hand.
“Can you keep quiet, baby girl?” he murmurs the question against my pussy, and the brush of his stubble against my clit has me squirming.
“Yes!” I squeak, desperately panting to catch my breath.
“Shhh,” he hushes and the vibrations cause my hips to buck against his mouth. “I’d hate for the entire office to know the wicked sounds their future boss makes when she comes on her fiancé’s face.”
Nodding in agreement, I think I manage to promise I’ll be quiet.
I do a pretty good job of keeping that promise until Bennett’s tongue quickly flicks my clit while he works two fingers in and out of me. When he hooks his fingers, he hits a spot inside of me that makes me clench impossibly harder around him.
“Even when I thought you used me all those years ago, I still fucked my fist to thoughts of you time and time again. Each time that I’d imagine your tight, pink pussy gripping my cock instead of my fist, I’d come harder than anytime before.”
Bennett leans back down and takes my clit in his mouth. He sucks while eagerly flicking his tongue over my sensitive bud.
The visual of my fiancé savoring my pussy, worshipping me on his knees, has me coming so hard my eyes roll back in my head as black dots spot my vision.
“Oh, god,” I whimper as my pussy clenches around his fingers, and my clit throbs to the rhythm of his sinful tongue.
Once I’ve come down from my orgasm, Bennett looks up at me and begins to untie my wrists. “Not god. Your future husband, Little Red. Imagine all the filthy things I’ll get to do to you on our wedding night. Will you let me fuck this pretty cunt before our big day?”
“Yes! Now, please,” I beg.
He snickers at my pleading. “Not yet, baby girl.” Once he’s freed my wrists, he rubs soothing circles over the pinkened skin before peppering soft kisses over each one.
“Why?” I whine in protest.
“For starters, my pregame ritual consists of eating your pussy, not fucking it.”
“Wait a minute, does that mean you’ll refuse to fuck me before every game?” I ask as he moves to stand and I follow him. “The regular season is over eighty games alone.”
“Eight-two. And I’m not sure, but I’m not willing to find out tonight. It’s our first regular season home game,” he explains as if his reasoning has any rationality.
“But you came last time we messed around before a game,” I point out as I watch him dust off his suit pants before adjusting his cufflinks.
God, why is that simple act so sexy?
“Circumstances were different,” he simply states as I stand and adjust my own clothes. When I move to grab my thong from my desk, it’s snatched up and Bennett pockets it. I give him a shrug and a saccharine smile.
“What if your bride-to-be begs you from her knees to suck your cock before your big game?”
Bennett doesn’t answer, he just backs me up, and when my ass bumps against my desk, he grips me by my hips, lifting me onto the glass surface. “You want to suck my cock for good luck, Red?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Then lean your head off the edge of your desk and take your fiancé’s cock to the back of your throat. I can’t think of a better way to wish me luck, baby girl,” he rasps with an edge to his tone, almost as if he’s on the verge of losing control.
I eagerly obey, gathering my hair in my hand as I position my head on the desk before letting my hair drape over the edge.
Bennett fists my hair in his hand and softly tugs so my chin tilts farther back. “Have I ever told you how much I love your hair? That first night we were together, I couldn’t get enough of the sight of your red locks wrapped around my fist while I fucked you from behind.”
My nipples pebble to two insanely hard peaks from his words. And when he unbuckles his belt and slides his suit pants and briefs down, I lick my lips in anticipation.
“Open,” he commands as he hinges my jaw open and slowly enters my mouth a few inches before pulling out and fisting his cock, working my spit over his length and his piercings.
I realize he’s toying with me and my impatience gets the best of me when I demand, “I want to see if I can take all of you, Cap. Be a good boy and fuck my throat.”
And so he does. Mercilessly. And I revel in his loss of control as I suck him into my mouth, flick his piercings with my tongue, and rake my teeth over the underside of his cock. At the feel of my teeth, Bennett’s cock thickens and he lets out a guttural noise that I want to hear more of everyday for the rest of my life.
