please
I paged him towards the end of the day. He didn’t even call back, just showed up in my office, “Yes?”
I turned my chair towards him, “Lock it.”
He stepped towards me, “Done.”
I grabbed him by his pants and pulled him close. His cock was already thick when I slid his waist down over his ass. I rubbed his cock across my cheek,”There it is for you baby.”
Without speaking, I pulled his warm cock into my mouth. Slowly savoring his scent and taste. It’s what I wanted all day. It’s what I waited for. What I needed. I’ve been feeling twisted and anxious. Real life stresses overwhelm me. My grief leaving me feeling lost. I needed to climb into this moment and disappear.
While he fucked my mouth with complete abandon and not an ounce of restraint, my shoulders dropped and the tension in my neck lessened. As he grabbed me by the hair and thrust his cock into my mouth, his voice trailed off with words of adoration and pleasure. His hand grabbed the back of my head, the side of my neck. I moaned, wishing he could wrap his big strong hands around my throat for my complete surrender. He didn’t, but the thought of it spurred me on and I reached down with my other hand, slipping it under my skirt, rubbing at my wet pussy.
I moaned as my fingers connected with my clit and he looked down to notice that I had taken matters into my hands. ”Ohhhh fuck, baby. That’s a good girl. Rub your pussy for me.”
On my knees, my hand between my legs and him thrusting into my throat, only stopping when I sputtered and coughed, gasping for breath. I didn’t stop him. He didn’t stop. I wanted more, I wanted it all. I wanted so much for him to push me over my desk and fuck me, pulling my hair and striking my skin until I cried. I crave the tears for more than sadness, but I knew I coudn’t have them right not, not here.
He suddenly grabbed me by my hair and pulled me backwards. My breath was heavy and my lips were swollen. His cock was in his hands. He didn’t ask permission, but I opened my whore mouth and said what I know he wanted to hear. It was a whisper and a release.
Please.
I didn’t even close my eyes as his cum shot from his cock. He was close to me, and let it shoot, and drip on to my lips, my chin, my cheek. It was submissive and decadent. He was satisfied and I was comforted. I cleaned up, first wiping his cum off of my chin and lips with my fingers, licking it off my fingers while he watched me, in excited amazement.
“You’re just… so good,” he said to me. Stroking my hair once again, smoothing it out and then caressing my cheek, “Thank you.”
I blinked away more tears. Not for sadness, just for relief.
*hugs*
You’re an inspiration, love. This was beautifully written, and I’m sorry for your loss.