He doesn’t quite look like he believes me, so I wrap my hand around his length. My hand slowly slides up and down.
“I think your dick is perfect. I’m definitelynotlaughing at it.”
He lets out a choked noise from deep in his throat.
“Get on the chair, Sienna, on your knees,” Grayson tells me, pointing to one of the chairs in front of my desk.
I let my hand fall away from Tucker’s dick. Warren helps me up onto the chair. I’m on my knees, leaning over the back of the chair.
Tucker walks over until his dick is right there in my face. My tongue darts out, lapping at the moisture beading at the tip.
I feel strong hands on my ass cheeks. I moan as I take the tip of Tucker’s length in my mouth while Warren slides two fingers over my clit. They circle with a steady rhythm that makes me buck my hips against him.
“Want more?” he asks.
I pull off Tucker’s dick. “Yes, please.” I quickly dive back in, sliding down further this time. Tucker groans, his fingers sliding into my hair.
“You heard her. Give our girl what she wants,” I hear Grayson say, even though I can’t see him right now.
I shudder in a breath, feeling two of Warren’s fingers slide in.
“I want you inside of me,” I groan, coming up for air.
Warren’s soft, raspy chuckle reaches my ears. “I need to stretch you out a bit, sweetheart. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m fine. Please just fuck me.”
“You should probably listen to him,” Tucker says, angling my face up to look at him. “I’ve seen him at work after he’s taken a shower. I think this is in your best interest.”
What the fuck does that mean?
He must see the confusion still on my face. “He has a huge dick.”
Oh. Ohh…
Warren slowly adds a third finger as he continues to work me open. I lick over up one side of Tucker’s dick and down the other. I can feel my orgasm building within me, but this isn’t enough. I need something more.
“You’re ready,” Warren says, sliding his fingers out of me.
There’s a shuffle of movement behind me, and then one of his knees lands on the chair beside me. The tip of his cock slides through my wetness.
He starts to ease in slowly, and immediately, I can feel how big he is.
His hand gently caresses down my spine. “If it’s too much, just tell me. We can always stop.”
I inhale deeply as he slides a little further in. “No, please don’t stop.”
I take Tucker back into my mouth as Warren eases in ever so slowly. He pauses to let me adjust the whole way.
So full.
“Are you all the way in?” I ask when he pauses for a little bit longer.
Grayson chuckles. “He’s only about halfway in, love.”
My head snaps to look over my shoulder at the man in question. “What the hell? Halfway? I can’t take any more. I just can’t.”
“Am I hurting you?” Warren asks. His eyes look almost pained.
