Page 17 of Sinful Brothers
And she does as I ask just as I cum.
Teeth gritted, veins popping in my neck as I explode into her mouth, painting her tongue in my arousal and she fucking smirks at me just as there is a knock at the door.
Her eyes widen and she tries to scarper away.
“Not a fucking chance,” I growl.
There’s another knock.
“I’m in a meeting!” I shout out and whoever’s outside scarpers away leaving me with her.
“Now, where were we?” I look down at her and I want her cunt on my tongue.
“I just sucked your cock, Mr Russell.”
“You and your smart mouth,” I groan, watching as she stands.
She shrugs her shoulders at me and steps to the side but I grab her arm and pull her back to me, head shaking from side to side.
“I have a meeting with Simmons in fifteen,” she sucks in a breath.
“You’ll be out in ten,” I whisper, switching her out from me and I am unzipping her trousers, tugging them down her legs and off over her heels. “Fuck,” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I look at her sitting on my desk, her cunt dripping in our mixed arousal.
Her cunt is so full of us.
Just how we wanted it.
Now it’s my turn to kneel before her, my fingers dust across the front of her pussy and I slip them through her cunt and let my tongue swipe through her pussy lips, focusing on her clit, fingers brushing and teasing at her cunt.
“Oh fuck,” she moans, her pussy tightening just as I slip two fingers deep in her cunt, fucking her in slow pumps.
My tongue circles over her clit, my eyes watching her through my lashes and she looks so fucking pretty.
Lifting my mouth from her and smirking as the arousal joins us in a string of her pleasure.
“I’m going to eat your cunt until you’re coming on my needy tongue, I am starved,” groaning, my spare hand pushes her leg wider as my tongue buries deeper inside of her, my mouth moving as I focus solely on her clit, my fingers working her up and curling as I rub her g-spot.
“Lucas,” she whispers, head rolling back, chest rising and falling as she comes apart on my tongue.
“Quiet Little Ruin,” I groan as her pussy clamps around my fingers and I feel her coat my fingers in cum as she releases a breathy moan.
Slowing my tongue, I slip my fingers out of her and push them between my lips, licking them clean before sucking every drop of her off.
I stand, my fingers rubbing over her sensitive clit and her eyes are hazy and full of pure ecstasy.
“I’ll see you later,” pulling her trousers back up, I button my trousers up and walk around the desk.
She hasn’t moved. Still sitting legs wide, panting.
“Go fix your lips, Taylor. People will know that you’ve let your boss fuck and ruin your throat.”
I smirk as I walk into my bathroom and clean myself up and when I walk into my office again, she is gone.
CHAPTER EIGHT
THEODORE
All I have done today is clock watch. Four p.m. cannot come soon enough. Or can it? I open my emails and type her name into the recipient box.