𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | +𝟏𝟖

𝐗𝐗𝐈𝐈𝐈

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My ankles felt free as he unclasped the cuffs around them, giving me the ability to close my legs more. He pulled the blindfold off, and I felt captivated by him. He was handsome. Extremely. I didn't care to look elsewhere as I felt my arms loosen from above me and fall to my sides.

He finally let his eyes look to my own, a small glint of an emotion I was unable to read flashed in his eyes. His hand lifted to my chin and his thumb brushed my lower lip. "On your knees."

I did as he said, dropping to my knees in front of him. I looked up, seeing as he was already looking down at me with hooded eyes. "Take it out."

I obeyed, lifting my hands to his belt holding up his black slacks that fit him perfectly, connected with the all black dress shirt that was rolled to his elbows. His hand lifted to my cheek, his thumb caressing the skin and his head slowly tilting to the side, watching my face as I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.

His bulge was prominent, and if he were to tell me I was eager for him, I'd agree without regret. It was true.

I pulled out his cock, waiting for his next orders. His hand replaced mine, directing his tip to my mouth as his other lifted my chin. His tip passed my lips, and I desperately sucked the head of his dick. He inhaled a sharp breath before an amusing chuckle followed after, "Such a little slut for my cock, aren't you?"

I was dripping as I nodded my head, bobbing it to take more of him. His hands gripped my hair to hold my head in place as he began thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth. "Hands behind your back," he demanded. I interlocked my fingers behind my back, my eyes fluttering closed as I focused on his pleasure.

I pressed my thighs together, wanting nothing more than to touch myself. His grip on my hair tightened as he let out a heavy breath. I looked up, seeing him with his head thrown back. Just moments later, his hooded eyes dropped to mine and a smirk danced onto his lips.

"Look at you," he spoke, tilting his head in amusement. "So fucking pathetic."

I whimpered around him, my eyebrows pinching as tears brimmed my waterline, the tip of his cock repeatedly hitting the back of my throat.

He pulled out and lifted me up by my arm whilst my chest heaved to catch my breath. I watched as he unbuttoned his dress shirt all whilst walking toward the chair. He dragged it across the floor, stopping it in a certain spot as my eyes widened.

He sat down and peeled the shirt from his torso, putting his abs and broad torso on display for me. I unconsciously licked my lips, not realizing it until I looked up to see the smirk on his face. He flicked his index and middle finger in the air, "Come here."

I walked over, my feet silently padding against the floor. I stood between his legs as he scanned me with a lustful gaze and his hands reached behind me to grip onto the backs of my thighs, pulling me closer.