the tongue, no exploratory kisses. She just wrapped her full lips around the head of my cock and sucked.
“Fuck.” I no longer cared how hard I was breathing. Her mouth, her lips, her tongue, holy shit—the back of her throat . . . I was lost, such a fucking goner for this complicated, infuriating, spoiled rich girl and her hot little mouth.
She sucked me off the same way she did everything else—with confidence and determination. As with everything else in her perfect life, Donna excelled at this too.
She used the perfect amount of suction, swirling her tongue around the head, working the base with her hand. The occasional scrape of her teeth made me shiver, the hint at pain and destruction.
She’d said we only had fifteen minutes, but I had a feeling this was going to be over in two. How fucking embarrassing. I tried to think of unsexy things to slow down the orgasm already building, stem the increasing pressure in my groin.
Puppies.
Algebra.
The intricacies of my Tesla engine.
The grating sound of nails on a chalkboard.
Austin’s face as he—no, not that. I pushed that back into the lockbox deep in my mind.
For a moment, I worried I was about to go from one extreme to the other—go completely flaccid in Donna’s mouth while she was giving me the best goddamn blow job of my life. But then I opened my eyes, looked down at her, and groaned, all other thoughts driven from my mind.
I could see down her perfectly ironed shirt, her perky cleavage and a hint of pink lace. Her lips were plumped up from the friction, her unique eyes watching me, unashamed and unabashed. She was perfect.
Her light, soft hair bounced as she bobbed her head up and down. Without thinking about it, I reached out to run my hand through it, then stopped myself just in time. Most chicks didn’t like it when you grabbed their heads while they were sucking you off, in my experience.
But Donna frowned a little and grabbed both my hands, placing them on her head and digging her nails into my skin. As soon as I threaded my fingers into her hair, she let go, and her hands went to my hips.
I groaned again—too loudly, considering our location—but some noise is kind of unavoidable when the chick giving you a BJ actively encourages you to pull her hair and hold her head.
I was getting close, panting, the pressure building. My hips twitched, involuntarily driving my dick forward, and I fought to still them.
Again, Donna surprised me. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations feeling incredible. Both her hands moved to the wall on either side of my hips, and she gave me a challenging look, practically begging me to fuck her mouth.
I watched her carefully, just in case I’d read the signals wrong, but I started thrusting. She met me stroke for stroke, taking me deeper and moaning. The head of my cock started hitting the back of her throat repeatedly, but she just kept going, encouraging me with her eyes, sucking me down with her mouth.
For a few glorious moments, Donna gave herself over to me completely. The sight of her on her knees before me as I thrust my cock in and out of her mouth, her eyes starting to water a little, was addictive. Better than any porn I’d ever seen.
The feel of her soft hair in my hands, and her even softer mouth . . .
My whole body tensed, and I banged my head against the wall, bending slightly at the knees as the most intense orgasm washed over me. I couldn’t have warned her if I wanted to—the climax came over me so suddenly and with such force. For a second, my vision went black, stars sparking at the edges as I exploded down her throat.
She swallowed it all, sucking and licking as I gasped for air as though I were drowning.
I slumped against the wall. My legs and arms felt like noodles as I slowly caught my breath. Donna sat back on her heels and gave me one small, satisfied smile. She looked happy with herself—as she should, that was fucking phenomenal—but she also looked more relaxed, not as worked up as she’d been in the hallway just moments before.
Without another word, she reached into her pocket, popped a mint into her mouth, then smoothed her hair and uniform before getting to her feet and walking out of the office.