“I am so fucking hard for you, baby,” he said, pulling a chair up to the desk and between my legs. “But I am going to eat you out before I fuck you. I want to taste that pussy I’ve been dreaming about for days.
“Put your heels on the desk,” he directed me and I complied.
He ran his hands from my ankles up to my knees and then back down my thighs before pressing me open. Unsatisfied with my position, he moved his hands to my hips and pulled me to the edge of the desk and then again pressed me open.
“You are so fucking wet for me,” he growled. “You smell like heaven.”
He blew his breath across my molten core and I trembled and moaned. He leaned in to me and licked me from bottom to top and I fell back on my left hand.
“Oh God, Scott! Fuck!”
His covered my opening with his mouth and he fucked me with his tongue while strumming my clit with his thumb and nose. I felt my oragsm building inside my belly and knotted my fingers in his hair to hold him against me. He swapped his tongue with his hand and started driving his fingers into me while humming a tune against my clit.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked and squirmed under his attention. “It’s so intense!” I giggled breathlessly.
I heard him laugh against me and I moaned as the pace of his sucking and humming increased.
“I’m gonna come! Fuck!” I cried out. I felt like my whole body shattered while he continued to finger and suck me through my orgasm.
I tried to push him away. My body was too sensitive against his tongue but he wouldn’t release me. I came hard a second time and he finally stopped tonguing me. My body felt like jello and I looked down into Scott’s face where he still sat between my legs, his eyes dark with desire. I flailed my hand in his direction and he caught it and pulled me up into a sitting position. I couldn’t help but groan; all my muscles ached.
I stood and took an unsteady step towards him before dropped to my knees, sliding my hand along his pants over his erection. I unbuckled his belt, unfastened his button, and unzipped his fly like a woman on a mission. I reached into his boxers and when my hand found his shaft he hissed and groaned. He slid lower in the chair and flung his head back. I pulled his cock free of his boxers and leaned in to lick him from balls to tip. He lifted his head and our eyes met. I smiled and then pursed my lips around the head of his cock before slowly sliding my lips down his shaft, my tongue swirling around him. When his head hit the back of my throat I slid my hand from my lips to his base before stroking back up and off of him.
“Fuck, Eileen,” he gasped.
I hummed in the back of my throat as I engulfed him again. Scott’s hand fell lightly on the back of my head as I found a rhythm to my bobbing and sucking.
“Faster, baby,” he moaned
I hollowed my checks, sucking on him as I gripped him hard with my right hand and cupped his balls in my left.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, baby,” he moaned, his hand tightened in my hair. He tried to pull me off of him, but I moaned around his cock, trying to tell him I wanted all of him. I continued to suck on him and he pulled me onto him, gagging me as his whole body went rigid and he spurted his cum down my throat.