Tales of Darkness & Sin - Pepper Winters Page 0,181

legs come down and lock behind his neck as my body takes on a rhythm of it's own, riding his mouth with unbashful vigor while his fingers reach as deep as they can go. I can't control myself and he seems to like it by how he's, quite literally, eating me out.

"Oh, God, don't stop, don't stop, don’t ever stop," I say, my voice taking on a husky note.

My thighs squeeze around his neck as my hips roll against his face. I hold my breath and feel the most intense orgasm ripple through me, wondering if this is what sex is going to feel like. My toes curl in absolute pleasure and liquid seeps from me but I'm drowning in the best vibrations to care.

Tapping the side of my thigh, something tells me to loosen my legs. I can't process it though and keep rubbing my pussy on his tongue, falling into the sensations his fingers are creating inside of me. I'm panting heavy and, without realizing it, another orgasm rocks through me and I'm nearly crying in tears from the pleasure.

My legs finally loosen as I come down from the best high of my life. I'm positively dripping when he lifts his head to look at me. His hair is dishevelled and his eyes are glossy. He doesn't seem like he can focus and his shirt has wet marks all over it. My brows furrow as it dawns on me that the wet spots are… from me.

"You're a squirter."

I clench my eyes. I've heard of this after watching pornos, but I've never had that happen before when I touched myself. "I didn't…" Do I say I'm sorry?

Mr. Vaughn, much to my surprise, rolls his chair closer to the desk. My fingers are still tugging on his salt and pepper hair when he sticks his tongue out and gently licks my thighs clean before moving to my sensitive pussy while I catch my breath. The sound of him slurping up anything left leaking from me echoes throughout the room. The man has no shame. Turns out neither have I.

I release the hold on his head and sit up just as he's standing. His hand snakes out and grips my throat. I gasp just as his lips crash onto mine. His kiss bruises my mouth and I’m hungry for it. Mr. Vaughn is a dirty kisser, licking my lips, my tongue, his hot breath breathing into me, all the while commanding I follow his lead without so much as saying a word. I can taste myself on him, and it's erotic. I kiss him back just as hard and moan into his mouth. He bites my lip.

"You're a bad girl for not telling me you can squirt. Do you know what that does to my cock, Lexi? You taste so damn fine in my mouth."

His words are dark, mysterious. My eyes light up. Taking my wrist, he guides me to the center of his hips. I palm his massive bulge and my lips part in bewilderment as I stroke the tip of his dick, feeling the crown. He feels really big. Almost too big.

"You're not mad I made a mess?"

"Mad? I'm hard as a fucking rock and all I can think about is splitting you in two because I want to fuck you until you can't walk. All that gorgeous pussy did to me is make me want you even more, right now, right here, Lexi. I'm not mad, I'm turned on all to hell."

I'm still rubbing his package and getting worked up again when he presses his lips to mine and says, "Now it's my turn to come… in your mouth. Get on your knees and open up wide."

He helps me from the desk and I do as he says like a good girl, quietly and with a smile. I just hope I can make him feel as good as he made me feel.

The floor is cold and unforgiving. I undo his belt and pull the zipper down with eager fingers. His cock springs free and I marvel at the view before me. I palm him, observing his erection like he's a precious gift. He's a throbbing purple color and straining like he's in pain. Shoving his pants down further, I take hold of his tightened sack and roll his balls in my palm.

It's definitely not like the dicks I've seen in pornos, all shaved back and skinny, raw and pink from too much unnatural sex. Mr. Vaughn has girth