He forced her mouth open with his thumb. Instinctively, Harper slicked her tongue along her lower lip, licking his finger in the process. He gave a muted groan, and then plunged his thumb between her lips, running it over her tongue. She closed around him, sucking him deeper and laving his skin with her tongue.
He pushed his thumb in and out of her mouth several times before he removed it. He held her stare as he began to unfasten his pants. She watched as he freed his cock, shoving his trousers and boxer briefs down to his thighs. A moment later, he held his naked, stiff cock in his hand. She stared, rapt, as he fisted himself and moved his hand up and down, squeezing the shaft hard as he reached the flaring crown. He groaned, rough and deep. A droplet of come beaded at the slit. There was a roar in her ears. It was her blood racing in her veins, but distantly, she realized he’d turned on the tap water to create white noise to muffle their activity.
He let go of his erection and reached, gathering her unbound hair with both of his hands. Harper panted softly, her gaze fixed on his cock. He gathered her hair into a tight ponytail at the back of her head. He held it with one hand and grasped his erection again.
“Spread your lips,” he directed quietly.
Harper opened wide without hesitation. She saw his cock jump slightly at her eager display. He was crazy, and she was nuts for agreeing, but this was a delicious madness. She felt raunchy. Slutty.
Cock-starved.
r /> “Spread your knees,” he demanded.
When she’d followed his instructions, he stepped closer to her. He reached down and grabbed the hem of the skirt she wore, shoving it up her thighs to make room for him. With no further ado, he pushed his cock between her lips. She moaned softly at the sensation of his stony flesh breaching her, stretching her lips wide. The defined crown of his cock passed her clamping lips, and she closed her eyes in peaking lust. She jerked her head back and then forward again, pulling hard with her mouth, intensely aroused by the sensation of that thick rim. By his taste. Her precise action made a wet, popping noise. A rough sound vibrated his throat, and he urged her with his hand at the back of her head. Harper was already bobbing her head again, however, eager to experience the sensation again.
He slid further into her this time, his rigid flesh gliding across her tongue and crowding against the top of her mouth. For a stretched, tense moment, she worked him deeper. His hand on her head was firm. He demanded a lot of her, but even that aroused her. She found herself wanton. Desperate. His cock—his concise hunger—liberated her, somehow. It shocked her a little, how much she wanted to please him, to mount his lust and see him break in release.
She made a strangled sound of dissatisfaction when he suddenly flexed his hips back, using his hold on her head to move her backward. His cock popped out of her mouth. He almost immediately reinserted it between her lips.
“Suck hard,” he ordered thickly.
He repeated the action three more times, pulling his cock from her pursed lips and then plunging it into her again, overfilling her mouth while she pulled on him for all she was worth. She knew he liked it—liked the sensation and watching himself pierce her—when she heard his low feral growl. On his last pass, he flexed his hips forward and held her head firm. Her eyes sprang wide at the sensation of him approaching her throat, but she stilled her gag reflex. She managed to do it by focusing on sucking him.
She managed to do it because her hunger matched his.
He groaned roughly and jerked his cock out of her mouth again. He held himself in his hand and massaged her saliva onto the staff.
“Keep your mouth spread wide,” she heard him say above her. “That’s right.” He plunged his swollen cock between her lips once more with a taut, forceful gesture, and then withdrew. “Such a sweet little mouth. So hot,” he muttered. “Is your mouth sore, Harper?”
She lunged forward, eager to have his cock filling her again. He pulled firmly backward on her ponytail, halting her greed. She blinked, her lust pierced. She looked up at him dazedly. His mouth twisted slightly.
“Is your mouth sore?” he repeated.
“No,” she lied. Her lips and jaw ached. So did her pussy, but in a different way. He was a mouthful. She was desperate to see him lose control, though, wild to feel him explode in such an intimate place.
“That’s a very sweet lie,” he said, before he thrust into her mouth again.
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For a moment, he didn’t hold back. He thrust into her forcefully and rapidly. Harper strained toward him with each pass, keeping pace, but barely. She lost herself, bobbing her head back and forth as he pounded into her mouth. Even though she was eager, he controlled the rhythm and pressure with his hips and hold on her hair. He was demanding—to say the least—but he never caused her any acute discomfort.
He pulled the fat, flaring crown of his cock out of her mouth, bouncing tantalizingly just inches from her lips.
“Relax. Close your mouth for a few seconds,” he commanded.
She moaned as she followed his instructions, watching fixedly as he fisted and stroked his slick erection.
“Your mouth is so pretty. Better to fuck than I imagined. You’re so hungry, aren’t you?” He lifted his hand and caressed her jaw with damp, warm fingertips. “But you’re very small, too. You are sore, aren’t you?”
She’d groaned from the pain of intense arousal, not physical discomfort. But her mouth did ache dully. So did her lips. Even that turned her on. Her pussy was wet. Hot.
“Yes. Let me suck it more,” she said hoarsely.
It was like another woman uttered those words: a woman who craved it tense and rough and lewd. A woman who got off on having her hands tied behind her back and being forced to suck cock hard and deep in the bathroom of her workplace . . .
His caressing fingers paused at her words. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Harper.” The next thing she knew, he thrust his cock into her mouth again while forcing her head forward.
“Is that what you want?” she heard him rasp darkly from above her as he pumped aggressively. Just when the tip of his cock was a whisper away from tickling the back of her throat, he slid out of her and thrust again. His low, restrained grunts rained down on her, sending her into a frenzy. She ground her hips down on the hard toilet seat as she took him. She could come from this, just from being the recipient of his unchecked, greedy hunger.