Page 38 of Tap Left
"Unbutton the top," I direct her. "Show me your tits."
She does as I ask because right now she’s still my good girl. I open the drawer to my right and pull out the infamous letter opener, dragging it along her thigh. Lola's breath halts and her eyes widen when I shove it against the delicate string holding her panties together.
"Daire, those are—" I slice it in two, and she finishes on a gasp. "My favorite."
"I'll buy you more. Prettier ones."
She shuts up when I bury my tongue inside of her. I squeeze the fleshy part of her ass and lift her up, tilting her pelvis towards my face. Lola falls back onto the solid oak, and there’s no stopping what we’ve started now. Clutter from the desk crashes to the floor. I tweak her nipples and nibble on her pussy. Her fingers twine in my hair, pushing and pulling and mussing while she thrashes against me.
"Adrian," she whimpers.
I lick all the way up her pussy in one broad stroke and then bite her thigh. Lola cries out, and she should know better. I do it again. "Have you been a good girl today, LB?"
"Yes!"
My dirty little deviant really wants to come.
"No need to shout, poppet. Now act like a lady and ride my face.”
She hesitates, opening her heavy eyes to look up at me. Admittedly her insecurities are tiresome. A reprimand is on my lips, but ultimately her eagerness to please is in my favor. She wraps her legs around my shoulders and crosses her ankles at the back, forcing my face between her thighs. And then she rides my face like every dirty fantasy I've ever had.
It’s the most unrestrained I've ever seen her. She needed this, and sometimes my instincts are right. When she comes like I've just performed an exorcism on her, I give myself a mental pat on the back.
She is lifeless and spent when I extricate my face from between her thighs and position her limbs in a fashion that’s visually appealing to me. Legs spread, pussy bare. She’s too tired to fight, and right now she looks like a half used blow up doll, partially deflated. I remove my tie and secure her wrists to one of the drawer handles on my desk.
"Daire?"
“Shhh. Don’t think. Just do what I want. It’s easy, remember?”
I wad up the panties I removed from her earlier and shove them into her mouth. Her eyes are saucers, and I wink at her when I slide the tape dispenser across the desk and tear off a few pieces, securing them over her lips. The purpose of this is more practical than anything, but the added bonus is watching her squirm and foolishly yank against her restraints.
“I wasn’t a boy scout.” I stroke her cheek and unzip my pants. “But I do know how to tie a knot.”
She mumbles around the material in her mouth, probably feeling somewhat confused by how much she likes the degradation I serve her. Poor little Lola. I wouldn't have to take such drastic measures if I didn't think she'd try to run out on me again when I finish. Tonight, we’re done when I say we’re done. And I have no intentions of allowing her to slip through my fingers until she's been fucked so good and hard she’ll remember me every time she tries to sit down tomorrow.
I flip her over and drag her ass off the edge of my desk. My fingers creep up her spine to grab a handful of her hair as I enter her. My other hand gets swallowed up between the cheeks of her obscene ass. I squish it and jiggle it and smack it a few times. If someday ever comes and I get the chance, I’ll eat off of it. Strawberries and chocolate and champagne.
My trousers are barely undone. My cock is so swollen it hurts. And this first round is not going to be nearly enough to deflate it. It'll be quick and dirty and rough. I tell her as much as I squeeze the fat head of my cock into her tiny opening. A gentleman would give her a few pumps to warm up and stretch out. I can’t be a gentleman right now, and Lola knows better than to expect such things of me anyway. The desk jars forward on impact when I thrust into her. Lola makes an unintelligible sound, and I do it again.
And again.
And again.
My eyes slam shut, and I get lost in the feeling of her warmth.
My hip bones prod her plump ass with every push. My balls slap her pussy, and she whines. Her sloppy wetness drips down my cock and my thighs, and it's so goddamn hot I can't last.
Balls deep, I drive it home and unload my cock inside of her. It lasts forever, and there’s so much it starts to drip out. But I leave my dick tucked into her warmth and massage her back while I come down from the high.
She mumbles something I don’t care to hear. I have no time for her weak excuses. She’ll try to tell me she has to leave, she has things to do. But the only thing on her to do list tonight is getting fucked like her life depends on it.
I slide my fingers through her arousal and my come and then into her ass again. Two this time. And I really want to fuck her there. But not like this. I need her unbound and free to speak for that one.
It's the proper thing to do.
I reach beneath her and feel up her tits while I lean forward and inhale the scent of her hair. It gets me hard all over again. And I start thrusting all over again. Lola's undecipherable words morph into garbled sounds. I want to play with boundaries, so I spank her ass and call her a filthy whore. I tell her how dirty she is and ask if she likes the idea of being stuffed full of my come. I tell her she’s a dirty doll who’s mine for fucking. I describe vividly how I’ll choke her with my cock and fuck her up the ass and blow my load all over her back and her tits and her face, and that I'll make her keep her glasses on when I do it.
She reacts violently in the form of another orgasm. Squeezing and milking my cock like the little nympho she is.
