do. The ticking seconds that passed had her pussy getting so wet.
“Crawl to me.”
She straightened, not sure what the point was of showing off her pussy and ass for a few seconds. Standing again, she was feeling this desire pound through her like a drum. She opened her mouth, maybe to tell him to stop toying with her, but before she could get the words out he tsked at her.
“I said crawl to me. I didn’t ask for commentary, or attitude.”
She was more aroused than she ever had been. Maybe something was wrong with her? Dropping to her hands, she took a steadying breath and started to move toward him. The hard flooring was cold and unforgiving, but she blocked out the discomfort and focused on Rian. When she was right before him she looked at his face, and saw nothing but cool composure.
Her mouth instantly went dry when he went for the belt of his jeans. Once that was undone he pulled his zipper down. It was erotically sick the way he grabbed his erection out through only the flap, not even bothering to undo the button, and started stroking himself up and down slowly. This felt cheap in every way, but that didn’t stop her from getting even more turned on because of it.
“Go on, Sorcha, suck my cock.” He stared at her hard. “Do what I say not because you agreed to all of this, but because you want my cock in your mouth like a hungry little slut.”
A gasp left her at his brutally coarse language, but even him calling her a slut for wanting his dick couldn’t turn her off. She glanced down at his large size, at the way he continually stroked himself lazily, as if waiting for her to obey him. Leaning forward, she felt her throat constrict and her mouth water. He grabbed a chunk of her hair and yanked her forward. A gush of wetness left her pussy and slipped down her thigh.
“Now, suck my cock.” He pulled her head forward until the slick tip of his shaft moved along her lips. “Yes, that’s so fucking good. Now move your tongue around and stroke the underside of my dick.”
She did as he said, and the salty flavor of his pre-cum covered her taste buds. Flattening her tongue and doing what he said required her to take in more of his length. She wanted more of him in her mouth, wanted the tip to hit the back of her throat, and wanted to swallow his cum. God, she really was a slut for him.
A moan left her at the salty flavor of his pre-cum. It certainly wasn’t a flavor that she thought tasted good, but coming from Rian made it an aphrodisiac. Letting her mouth do the work, she started sucking him with fervor, grabbing the root of his shaft with her hand and stroking him in time with her mouth.
“That’s it. Suck me until I come, Sorcha.” He still had his hand in her hair and kept her head stationary as she sucked him harder and faster.
Looking up at him while giving him head, she saw his attention was on her mouth.
“You should see your lips right now, stretched wide around my dick.” He started thrusting in time with her bobbing head, and increased his speed until the tip of his erection slammed against the back of her throat. “Christ, baby.” He was always in such control of his emotions, so hard and stoic. But for this one second she saw the human that lay behind his coldness. He started breathing heavier, tightened his hold on her hair, and cursed continuously.
A deep groan left him, and then she felt the hard jets of his cum move down the back of her throat. He kept his hold on her head, and she had no option but to swallow all of his semen. He pushed her back gently.
Reaching out and wiping off a drop of his cum from the corner of her mouth, he pressed the digit to the seam of her lips. “Open up and suck it clean, Sorcha.”
She opened for him, holding her gaze with his, and suctioned her lips around his finger. This low sound came from him, and then he was standing and hauling her up. He had her in his arms, and then was sitting back on the chair. Sorcha had her legs on either side of him, and the hot length of him pressed against her wet