Chapter 47: Real climax
The rough pinch on her nipple, the hot lash of my tongue against her skin. Had her losing every atom of her brain cells.
I pumped my fingers in and out, the squelching sounds her pussy made echoed through the office.
A soft gasp escaped her lips when my thumb found her her clit, rubbing it in tight circles.
"That it." My voice, a low rumble against her skin. "Take those cold fingers. Show me how much you want it."
Her hips bucked wildly, chasing the pleasure that was building up in her cunt.
Her pussy walls began to flutter as her orgasm surged closer.
"Oh yes yes," she panted, licking her lips, her voice breathy. "Ughmm~ right fucking there."
I pulled out my fingers completely. And a desperate, breathless wail escaped her lips.
Her cunt plused, empty and aching.
Her gaze shifted back to me, eyes half- lidded.
I chuckled as her eyes met mine — a dark, nasty sound.
"I’m not done." I said, slowly licking her pussy cream off my fingers. "You don’t get to cum until I say so. You brought me here to play! Didn’t you? So we’re playing."
’He almost had me there.’ — "Come on." Sophia whined. "Don’t be like that I was so close.."
"Keep your legs open." I ordered, picking up another tub of ice cream.
She obeyed instantly, her thighs spreading open, her pussy was exposed and glistening.
I drizzled the cold vanilla over her stomach, watching it pool in her navel before leaning down to lap it up.
Then I smeared it directly over swollen, aching cunt.
"Fuck~ so ~ good..." she moaned, her back dropped flat against the flat surface.
I took a knee, my eyes leveling with her pussy as my mouth latched onto her cunt, devouring her like she was my celebration feast.
My tongue delved deep, fucking her hole with brutal, velvet thrust.
I sucked her clit religiously, my teeth grazing her sensitive folds, sending jolts of sharp, painful pleasure through her.
I ate her up like a beef sandwich, devouring her pussy with so much ferocity. My face was burning so deep my chin pressed against her asshole.
The sounds that escaped my mouth as I ate her up were wet, sloppy and so obscene, anyone would have thought I was eating noodles.
Her hands flew to my hair, fingers combing through my hair, holding me tight against herself as she mindlessly grinded her hips against my face. Desperate for more of me.
The ice cream mixed with Sophia’s juices left my tongue marinated and craving for more.
’Gezzz Sophia is so fucking sweet.’
I delved deeper, her juices coating my face, addicted to every single drop that gushed out of her pussy.
My cock throbbed painfully. It was hard and aching to be buried inside her.
Every moan she made, every helpless shudder of her hips, was a fresh wave of pleasure to me.
It felt like torment in my slacks, I wanted to be in her, to feel her tight, wet heat clamping around me. But I want her to her ache miserable for as I wreck her first.
I watched her from under my lashes, my gaze glued to her face as I ate her out.
Her eyes were squinting shut, her pupils had disappeared to the back of her eye balls, like she was possessed.
Her lips were parted, swollen and red from my kisses, gasping for air.
I focused my tongue on her clit, sucking it hard and flickering it relentlessly with the tip of my tongue.
Her pretty blue eyes flew open, rolling lazily.
Seeing such lewd look on every woman’s face is the perfect reason I lived for, I was the only one who could make her feel this intensely. Not even Paul her own husband could dare.
I was filled with so much excitement I sucked on her clit harder.
"Kenji!" She gasped, her hands fisting in my hair, pulling hard enough to sting. "Oh~ god.. Kenji.. Mmmh~ right there, don’t stop.."
I had no intentions of stopping. My tongue worked her clit while my fingers pumped in and out of her sopping cunt.
Her thighs began to tremble, her hips bucking wildly against my face.
"Mmmph.. I’m gonna cum," she cried out, her voice sharp and thin. "Please.. I need to fucking cum-" She begged for her own release.
’That’s more like it. Come for me baby.’
Her orgasm hit her and her back arched off the desk, a silent scream tearing from her throat as her pussy spasmed around my fingers.
Her juices flooded my hand, my chin, and I greedily lapped them up, sucking and swallowing every last drop.
While she rode out the waves of her pleasure, I lifted my head, bringing my free hand down in a smack right down on her sensitive, swollen clit.
"Oh fuck!" She screamed, her body began shaking as if she was electrocuted. Another gush of fluid flooded my had.
I smacked her cunt harder. Again.
Her pussy quivered, gushing when my palm dropped down to her cunt, sizzling her squirting juices.
Repeatedly smacking it hard and fast. "Yes my office slut. Cum for me again, cum Sophie, good girl, you can do it, that’s it. Fuck!"
Her second orgasm ripped, her body shaking violently. Her cries turned into incoherent sobs of pleasure as I kept spanking her, until she finally went limp, a breathless panting mess on her husband’s office table.
I rose slowly. My face was mushed up with ice cream smeared with her juices, and it was the best fucking desert.
I leans over, landing a kiss on her lips, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
She moaned into my mouth, her arms wrapping around my neck, pulling me closer.
I yanked her head back, breaking the kiss to stare down at her blue eyes that were — hazy, unfocused, let pink lips, swollen glistening.
The sunlight bled into the small gaps of the blinders, casting a stripped glow on Paul’s massive leather chair — the same chair and office he definitely uses on these junior staff ladies.
But frankly the tables have turned...