Why does time always fly when you least want it to?
I groan slowly as I flick my eyes to the time, knowing I’ve only got a few minutes before I should really be getting off to work. There’s so much more I’d rather be doing right now…
… Speaking of.
You slowly walk into the room, gentle smile on that gorgeous face of yours, cradling a mug in your delicate hands. You’re wearing an over-sized sweater, and from what I can see that’s about it.
“Well, if ever there was a reason to stay and skip work.” I chuckle, eyes wandering all over your sumptuous frame.
“You know you can’t do that, silly.” You fire back, shaking your head as you fully enter the room.
I turn my chair around in a slow swivel, still admiring you as you make your way towards me.
You place your mug down on my desk, and slowly get down on your knees before me. It’s only now I notice your hair is up in a flowing ponytail, and my heart skips.
“… What do you think you’re doing?” I say, cock slowly throbbing in my bottoms.
You don’t say a word.
Fuck. You know exactly what you’re doing.
By now, my bulge is impossible to hide. Your eyes are wild with some kind of lust, sparkling in the way they do when you’re being purposefully obstinate and difficult.
Without another word, I shift my weight so I can pull down my bottoms, revealing my fully erect cock to those wonderous eyes.
With a grin, you gently hold the shaft loosely in one hand, so that you can run your tongue slowly from the base all the way to the head, which you eagerly do.
Your hands always did make me melt, and that tongue is another story entirely.
The second you reach the top, your lips wrap around the head with that soft precision that makes my legs shiver, and you look me dead in the eyes as you sheath the entire length. At the bottom, you even throw a wink my way, and I groan deeply.
You begin to bob up and down, sharply increasing your pace. With each downward motion, your lips loosen and your tongue gently extends, and when you rush back to the top you suck with all your might, cheeks pitting, occasionally you make a loud pop when they slip off the very top.
“Fuck…” I growl, grabbing a handful of your hair with one hand, guiding you up and down my shaft. Every now and then you hold yourself down, before fully retreating off my length, a thin rope of saliva tracing your path.
“Baby… I want you inside me.” You say with puppy dog eyes, stroking my cock at a rapid rate.
Before I can reply, you stand, turning round and lifting your sweater.
I was right, of course. There’s nothing underneath there.
I guide you down, your supple ass my centre of attention. Your pussy lips envelope my cock with ease, and we both moan in delight at the feeling.
I glance over at the time again. Only a minute or so left.
“We need to hurry, angel.” I say between baited breath as you rock yourself back onto me.
You giggle quietly, changing from a rocking motion to lifting yourself off me, and slamming down the full way. Each time, your ass claps against me, and I feel your pussy contract around me as you lift yourself back up.
Truth be told, this isn’t the first time you’ve done this to me. You know exactly what you’re doing, and you know damned well how to make me erupt.
My phone alarm starts to buzz: “Get Ready For Work”.
Impossibly, you speed up, pounding me with all your might, a wet slapping loud enough for any of our neighbours to hear, should they pry.
I feel myself building, cock twitching in anticipation, balls tightening as you turn your head to look me in the eye with that needy, lustful stare.
That look is enough, and my body caves in. My cock throbs and pulses, and within moments I cum, shooting hot, thick ropes deep inside you as you slowly ride me with a satisfied grin. A wave of ecstacy floods over my body, and my head arches backwards in one final, silent groan.
“Get Ready For Work.”
Fuck. In a minute.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/rm1or6/a_quickie_before_work_mf_blowjob_quickie_creampie
Very hot and erotic. Love it.
Very well written!