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"I still remember the way you taste."
It's murmured quietly against the corner of your mouth as he leaves your lips in favor of your neck, his tongue smoothing over your throbbing pulse.
"Mhm, sure." You half heartidly slur, too enraptured in the way he touches you; with hunger and placidity. He slips his warm, smooth hands underneath your top, humming with satisfaction at your decision to not wear a bra.
"What? Dont believe me, princess?" He looks down at you with complete and utter confidence in his infinitesimal gaze. He wets his plump lips with his tongue, just to watch you react.
"Should I believe you?" You retort, small fingers clutching at his expensive suit as you wiggle atop his firm, thick lap.
You feel him twitch in his pants and the action causes you to gasp, the sound never leaving your mouth due to the fever inducing kiss he presses to your lips.
"Can't you feel how fuckin' hard I am for you?" He questions between nearly breathless making out, grasping your hand and pushing it in-between your bodies.
He wraps your fingers around the outline of his length that protrudes from underneath his black trousers, squeezing while using his free hand to grasp your face, pulling you towards his eager mouth.
"You're so b-big." You stutter between kisses, his fingers pressed against your cheek as he holds you against him.
He smirks as you wiggle on top of him, looking down and watching your small hand attempting to rub him sufficiently.
The cutest part, is that he knows it's mostly for your own satisfaction. You love pleasing him, and he'd be lying if he said it didn't make him hard.
"Yeah? You like my big dick?"
The cockiness drips from his tongue naturally, and normally you'd roll your eyes but he happens to know that this facade he puts on is one of your biggest weaknesses.
"I love it, sir." He audibly inhales, body going stiff for about two point five seconds while his cock begins to throb uncomfortably underneath you.
"Fuck, say that again." He demands, his slender fingers slipping underneath your skirt to grip your ass cheeks, pushing you down against his length.
You smirk to yourself while he buries his face in your neck, his tongue painting pleas against your bare shoulder as you begin to grind yourself against him.
"I love your big dick sir, it makes me so wet." You grip the messy locks of his rosemary scented hair as he wraps his strong, lean arms around your middle, letting out an audible groan.
"You're so fucking sexy baby" He gushes, nibbling on your skin as he bucks his hips up into you.
He's weak when it comes to you, truly. He can't believe you almost have him nutting in his pants like a high schooler.
He owns a multi billion dollar company and could quite literally have anyone he wants. You both know he has tried to fuck other people, but it's you that has this effect on him.
"I'm so wet, sir, feel me with your fingers." You whimper against him, and he basically complies with your every request at this point, finding himself licking his lips as he slips his digits underneath your panties only to find them damp and slick with your arousal.
He really thought he could hold his composure. But then you grab his hand and it looks so small in your grasp, and your soft mouth wraps around one of his fingers before you bring the other one to his mouth, giving him a taste of you.
He stiffens, and your mouth presses hard against his as his fingertips leave bruises on your hips.
You tug at his hair, pulling his head back.
"Let it out baby, tell me how I make you feel." You murmur against his kiss swollen mouth as he spills inside his pants.
"Fuck- you make me feel so good, baby. So fuckin' good." You smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his face tenderly as he goes limp underneath you, head buried in your chest.
You run your fingers through his hair, free hand rubbing his broad back as he comes down from his high.
You eventually crawl back over to the passengers seat of the car, reluctantly so, but he became sensitive and your heat rubbing against him made him overwhelmed.
He adjusts himself, knowing he's gonna feel sticky until you both arrive at his apartment.
"So, you think you can give me a raise?"
He chuckles, leaning his head against his seat. He runs a hand through his hair, before leaning over to kiss your cheek.
