Wingman [Woman]
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“I don’t fuckin’ care,” he barks into the phone, causing me to jump. “You tell them if they don’t have it done, I’m not paying a fucking cent. I’m opening that bar next weekend.”
His finger dips into my entrance, titling up to find my sweet spot. My back arches and my legs shake as he slides it in and out, using his thumb to stroke over my clit. Oh, God.
“Good. Tell me what happens when you call him.”
I’m going to come, so quickly, like a desperate teenager. I drop my head back onto his shoulder and whimper his name as waves of pleasure roll through my body.
“That, my friend, was my girl coming with my fingers deep inside her,” he says into the phone and my eyes snap open. What? “So I’m going to go and finish her off. Keep those renovations as your number one job this week.”
The phone crashes down onto the desk and Reign presses his lips to my ear, “Hey there.”
“Hey yourself,” I breathe, my head still on his shoulder.
“If that’s what I get for lunch every day, I’ll be sure to order.”
I laugh softly and spin myself so I’m straddling him. “There’s more for you. You’re not finished yet.”
“Oh?” he says, pressing his lips to my neck, sucking just a little.
With a grin, I slide off his lap to kneel in front of him. His eyes flare as he stares down at me, looking like he wants to eat me alive. His cock is straining in his pants, begging to be released. I take hold of his belt, unbuckling it before popping his button and jerking his pants down. He lifts his hips, aiding me, until his cock springs free.
“Commando. Bad boy,” I rasp, looking up at him.
He chuckles throatily and I wrap my fingers around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.
I lower my head, brushing the soft tip against my waiting lips. Reign groans and pushes his hips forward, grunting, “Don’t be a damned tease. Suck me, baby.”
“So bossy,” I murmur against his flesh.
“Shit,” he growls. “Fuck.”
I open my mouth and slide him inside, swirling my tongue around the tip. He lets off a ragged groan that has my skin prickling. I hum against him as I open my mouth wider, taking his cock as deep as I can, until it’s prodding the back of my throat. His hands find my hair and he tangles his fingers into the thick mess, jerking me harder, so hard I gag.
“Shit, baby, sorry,” he groans.
He releases me a little, but I keep him as deep as I can, sucking until my cheeks hollow.
“Motherfucker,” he grunts. “Your lips are as tight as your sweet cunt.”
At his words, my pussy clenches. Oh, God. I reach down between my legs and slip my fingers beneath my panties, stroking my damp flesh. I moan, releasing my suction for a second.
“Get your fingers out of that pussy. I’ll be the one to take your pleasure,” he hisses, tugging my hair.
With a cry, I release my clit and take my hands out of my panties. I feel like a fire is raging inside me as his cock swells beneath my lips. I know he’s close; his balls are tight, and his cock is thick and pulsing. I reach up, cupping those balls and giving them a little roll in my palm.
That’s all it takes.
With a ragged hiss of my name, I feel hot spurts of come hit the back of my throat. I close my eyes, swallowing all of him, relishing in how much it turns me on to have him so out of control like this. As his cock softens I pull back, licking my lips as I look up at him. He reaches down, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Then he lifts me into his arms, pulling me up and placing my ass on his desk.
He spreads my thighs. He stands, his pants still down, cock still hanging freely. He takes hold of my panties and looks up with me with a wicked grin, then he tears them clean off. I grin at him as he drops to his knees, hooking his arms around my thighs. Then he leans down and delves his tongue into my aching flesh.
“Reign,” I whimper, arching off the desk.
He sucks my clit between his lips, rolling it and flicking it with his tongue. A long, thick finger slides inside my waiting pussy and begins thrusting softly, rubbing over that bundle of sensitive nerves that need what he is giving. I squirm on his desk, sending items flying about as I build higher and higher, already needing another orgasm despite the fact that I had one less than ten minutes ago.
He bites my clit, using his teeth to apply slight pressure. The minor pinch has my orgasm hitting me hard, rolling through my body in waves that have me crying his name, not caring who can hear. When I come down from my high, he’s standing over me, golden eyes watching my every move.
“You look good like this,” he says, staring at my still exposed pussy. “You cunt is pink and wet, calling for more.”
I close my legs and smile up at him. “Cunt is such a dirty word.”
He takes my hands, pulling me up. “I’m such a dirty boy.”
I laugh loudly. “You most certainly are.”
He helps me off the desk and pulls me onto his lap. “What’s for lunch?”
“I thought you just had it.”
He chuckles behind me and takes hold of the bag I dropped on the desk. He opens it and groans. “Chinese. You know me too well.”
“It’s what you hire me for,” I say, climbing off his lap and walking around the desk to sit across from him. “Speaking of, what happens now?”
He’s just opening his food when he pauses, looking up at me. “What do you mean?”
I stare blankly at him. “You know . . . with the wingman thing?”
His finger dips into my entrance, titling up to find my sweet spot. My back arches and my legs shake as he slides it in and out, using his thumb to stroke over my clit. Oh, God.
“Good. Tell me what happens when you call him.”
I’m going to come, so quickly, like a desperate teenager. I drop my head back onto his shoulder and whimper his name as waves of pleasure roll through my body.
“That, my friend, was my girl coming with my fingers deep inside her,” he says into the phone and my eyes snap open. What? “So I’m going to go and finish her off. Keep those renovations as your number one job this week.”
The phone crashes down onto the desk and Reign presses his lips to my ear, “Hey there.”
“Hey yourself,” I breathe, my head still on his shoulder.
“If that’s what I get for lunch every day, I’ll be sure to order.”
I laugh softly and spin myself so I’m straddling him. “There’s more for you. You’re not finished yet.”
“Oh?” he says, pressing his lips to my neck, sucking just a little.
With a grin, I slide off his lap to kneel in front of him. His eyes flare as he stares down at me, looking like he wants to eat me alive. His cock is straining in his pants, begging to be released. I take hold of his belt, unbuckling it before popping his button and jerking his pants down. He lifts his hips, aiding me, until his cock springs free.
“Commando. Bad boy,” I rasp, looking up at him.
He chuckles throatily and I wrap my fingers around his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze.
I lower my head, brushing the soft tip against my waiting lips. Reign groans and pushes his hips forward, grunting, “Don’t be a damned tease. Suck me, baby.”
“So bossy,” I murmur against his flesh.
“Shit,” he growls. “Fuck.”
I open my mouth and slide him inside, swirling my tongue around the tip. He lets off a ragged groan that has my skin prickling. I hum against him as I open my mouth wider, taking his cock as deep as I can, until it’s prodding the back of my throat. His hands find my hair and he tangles his fingers into the thick mess, jerking me harder, so hard I gag.
“Shit, baby, sorry,” he groans.
He releases me a little, but I keep him as deep as I can, sucking until my cheeks hollow.
“Motherfucker,” he grunts. “Your lips are as tight as your sweet cunt.”
At his words, my pussy clenches. Oh, God. I reach down between my legs and slip my fingers beneath my panties, stroking my damp flesh. I moan, releasing my suction for a second.
“Get your fingers out of that pussy. I’ll be the one to take your pleasure,” he hisses, tugging my hair.
With a cry, I release my clit and take my hands out of my panties. I feel like a fire is raging inside me as his cock swells beneath my lips. I know he’s close; his balls are tight, and his cock is thick and pulsing. I reach up, cupping those balls and giving them a little roll in my palm.
That’s all it takes.
With a ragged hiss of my name, I feel hot spurts of come hit the back of my throat. I close my eyes, swallowing all of him, relishing in how much it turns me on to have him so out of control like this. As his cock softens I pull back, licking my lips as I look up at him. He reaches down, stroking my cheek with his thumb. Then he lifts me into his arms, pulling me up and placing my ass on his desk.
He spreads my thighs. He stands, his pants still down, cock still hanging freely. He takes hold of my panties and looks up with me with a wicked grin, then he tears them clean off. I grin at him as he drops to his knees, hooking his arms around my thighs. Then he leans down and delves his tongue into my aching flesh.
“Reign,” I whimper, arching off the desk.
He sucks my clit between his lips, rolling it and flicking it with his tongue. A long, thick finger slides inside my waiting pussy and begins thrusting softly, rubbing over that bundle of sensitive nerves that need what he is giving. I squirm on his desk, sending items flying about as I build higher and higher, already needing another orgasm despite the fact that I had one less than ten minutes ago.
He bites my clit, using his teeth to apply slight pressure. The minor pinch has my orgasm hitting me hard, rolling through my body in waves that have me crying his name, not caring who can hear. When I come down from my high, he’s standing over me, golden eyes watching my every move.
“You look good like this,” he says, staring at my still exposed pussy. “You cunt is pink and wet, calling for more.”
I close my legs and smile up at him. “Cunt is such a dirty word.”
He takes my hands, pulling me up. “I’m such a dirty boy.”
I laugh loudly. “You most certainly are.”
He helps me off the desk and pulls me onto his lap. “What’s for lunch?”
“I thought you just had it.”
He chuckles behind me and takes hold of the bag I dropped on the desk. He opens it and groans. “Chinese. You know me too well.”
“It’s what you hire me for,” I say, climbing off his lap and walking around the desk to sit across from him. “Speaking of, what happens now?”
He’s just opening his food when he pauses, looking up at me. “What do you mean?”
I stare blankly at him. “You know . . . with the wingman thing?”
