I hear them stand, and then the sound of a belt jangling and a zipper being pulled down. I whimper, my core tightening, my skin tingling. I’ve just come harder than I ever have before, and yet, I want more.
…And something tells me “more” is exactly what I’m about to get.
Chapter 5
Seamus
The sweet, intoxicating taste of her pussy lingers on my tongue. Her honey drips from my lips, making my chin slick with her arousal. I bring my hand up to my face, licking my fingers clean and growling as I relish the taste of her.
Fuck, this girl is perfect.
I look down as I shrug my jacket off and start to work at the buttons of my shirt. She’s laid out before me, supine across the heavy wood desk. That tight, round, full ass is thrust up in the air, her hips against the edge of the desk and her legs slightly spread. My shirt falls to the floor, and I move to my belt as I drink her in.
Perfection.
Her thighs are slick with her honey and from our mouths. And there, nestled between them, her soft, pink, enticing little cunt. Plump lips, dewy and glistening with need for more. I drop my pants and my boxers, and she gasps at the sound of my belt buckle hitting the floor. I groan as I reach down, wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking slowly. The pleasure ripples through me, my muscles clenching and my balls swelling with cum.
The need for her is everything. It’s all-consuming. The need to taste her, and claim her, and feel her hair tangle in my hands and her moans cry out as I bury my fat cock deep in her tight little cunt. It’s all I’ve been thinking about, day and night, for the last two weeks. Two weeks of maddening torture. Two weeks of being mostly hard, and with my balls mostly blue as I watched her stroll through the office.
But no more games. No more being teased by those tight pencil skirts or those blouses that hug her soft, full breasts. No more losing my thoughts when I catch sight of her, dreaming about how fucking beautiful she’ll look with her hair a mess and her sexy librarian glasses askew after I get through fucking her like she’s never been fucked before.
After we get through, that is.
Because now, here we are. The only present we’ve wanted for Christmas these last few weeks is here, and unwrapped, and waiting of us. She’s ready for us to play with her, and fuck are we going to play hard.
Precum beads on the head of my cock, slipping down my pulsing shaft and dripping onto the floor as I move towards her. My hand slides over her ass, making her whimper as I grip it tight. I give her a small spank, making her gasp sharply, her skin reddening under my palm. I slip my hand down between her thighs, stroking her slick, dripping wet pussy as she moans even louder.
I glance at Brock, seeing the look of pure need on his face as he tosses his shirt and vest aside. He sees me positioned behind her like that, my thick cock two mere inches away from pushing between her soft lips, and he grins, nodding as the fire sparks in his eyes.
“You first, brother,” he growls. His words make her gasp sharply, her toes curling in those black heels with the panties still tangled around her ankles.
Me first. Which is a roundabout way of making it clear that there’ll be a second.
…That we’ll both be fucking this naughty-girl pussy tonight, right here across Brock’s desk. We’ll both be fucking her, and making her scream, and filling her with our cum.
Brock moves behind his desk, sinking shirtless into his office chair as he watches her. I move in, my hand gripping her ass and spreading her open for me as I let my swollen cock head tease along her slit.
Noelle moans.
“Oh God,” she whimpers softly, trembling. And fuck if she doesn’t push back, just a little.
I grin.
Greedy girl.
Eager girl.
About to get fucked like she’s never been fucked before girl, that’s for sure.
My fat head glides over her lips, and I groan as the pleasure ripples through me. She’s perfect, like silk and soft kisses on my cock. Her pretty pink lips spread for me, and as I guide my thick crown inside and watch her stretch so perfectly around my knob, her moans only get louder.
She’s only got half an inch now, and I can’t fucking wait to hear what she sounds like when I give her the other eight and a half.
Brock groans, watching her face as I slowly ease my cock into her. He grunts, fire in his eyes as he reaches down and unzips his pants. He reaches in, his jaw tightening as he pulls out his own big, swollen dick.