He growls and grabs my thighs in each hand before he buries his head into my pussy. Henry is a fucking douchebag but the fucker can eat a pussy. He’s not shy of the asshole and shows my rear hole some love, too. I thread my fingers through his hair and pull it tighter. I’m craving this release.
As soon as I feel that telltale tightening, I begin to rub my clit along his nose, and he fucks me with his tongue.
“Fuck yes, Sir.” I moan.
I tip my head back and groan through my release, stuffing his head in tighter. I hope the fucker dies of suffocation.
He comes up and I watch as he licks his wet lips, my juices all over his chin.
“You missed some.” I say as I lean forward, running my finger along his chin, and sucking it into my mouth. “Mmm.”
“Get down and lean over the desk,” his gruff voice orders me. Looks like I’m getting a dick down.
“Yes, Sir.”
I hop down and turn around, slowly leaning over. I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper and then he’s flipping my skirt up and slamming inside of me. Thankfully, I was wet because he is rough and fast. I moan when the tip of his cock hits a certain spot inside of me and I begin to imagine it’s Zander fucking me, not his father.
His fingers dig into my hips and his balls slap against my clit, making me begin to tighten again. Fuck, he really does know how to work this cock and the more I think about Zander’s abs, I’m rushing towards a second orgasm.
“You like this cock don’t you, you fucking whore.” Here we go. “Take it like the dirty piece of shit you are. How many cocks have been in your cunt today?”
“Only yours, Sir.” I moan as he becomes rougher.
“You lying dirty bitch.” He snarls and grabs my hair, yanking my head back. “How much cum have you swallowed today?”
I moan as I clench around his dick and my eyes close as I come, seeing visions of Zander fucking me hard.
“You filthy whore,” he slaps my ass hard. “Tight pussy whore.”
He groans and slams inside of me one final time, cumming finally, then he pulls out quickly and I turn to watch him chuck the condom into the wastebasket, landing beside a few others. Gross.
“Could I get that drink now?” I ask him.
He nods and pulls his pants up, giving me an evil grin. “Worked you up to a thirst, huh?”
“Oh yes.” I nod. Get the fuck out of the room.
He’s striding out a few moments later and I quickly look at my surroundings. There’s not much I can do since he has a camera in the upper right corner, sick perv probably makes videos of all the women he brings in here.
There’s a painting of an older man sitting over the mantle of the fireplace and it’s sitting slightly askew, like maybe it’s moved often. Henry walks back in and sees me looking at the painting.
“That’s my father,” he hands me the water. “He started our business from nothing.”
Just a couple of girls back then I bet.
“He’s handsome,” I look at him. “I see where you get it from.”
“The car is waiting for you out front.” He tells me.
Thank God.
“Thank you.” I nod and follow him to the front door.
“I’ll call you again, Selene.” He grasps my chin in his hand.
“Goodnight, Sir.” His eyes flash and then he nods, stalking back inside.
I can’t wait to go home and relive this, only with his son is his place.