Mark Wahlberg Imagines

Desk Chair

Mark is not paying any attention to you. Ordinarily you are not one to require a lot of attention from your boyfriend but he had arrived home from a week-long business trip that morning, and had not bothered touching you once. You understand that his paperwork is important to complete as soon as possible, yet still, you wish he would take a few minutes to give you what you want.

"Mark can you take a break from that?" you ask, biting your lip and crossing your arms as you lean in the doorway of his office. "Everyone else is at lunch."

"I gotta finish this contract," Mark says glancing up for a moment. "I'm sorry, babe. But if you're hungry, I can give you some cash and you can take my car to pick something up for yourself."

"I don't want food," you say. "I want you." Mark chuckles softly, lowering his gaze back to the papers on his desk. "I don't know why you're laughing," you say stepping into the office and shutting the door behind you. "You've been gone for a week, and I missed you."

"No, you missed my dick, not me," Mark laughs shaking his head still looking down at his paperwork. You cross the room stopping in front of his desk and folding your arms over your chest again as you stare at him. After a moment Mark then stops writing his eyes looking up from his papers but not looking at you. "What?" he asks finally peering up at you with an amused smirk on his lips. You narrow your eyes as a plan begins to develop in your mind so you started sighing as you shrugged your shoulders.

"Can you at least explain to me what it is you're working on?" you inquire walking around and kneeling onto the floor beside Marks chair. For a moment he appears confused looking from your face to the paperwork but he clears his throat and rolls his chair slightly from the desk to allow you to lean closer to see the papers.

As Mark begins to describe the contract you place your hand on his high on his thigh to support your weight, and Dean pauses for a second at the contact. Mark continues talking but as you drag your hand higher up his thigh finally pressing your palm to his crotch he sucks air through his teeth.

"What are you doing?" Mark asks. You raise your eyebrows eyes going wide in innocence as you slowly start to rub him through his slacks. "Babe," Mark warns, his voice breathy already. "I'm never gonna finish this paperwork if you keep doing that."

With a shrug of your shoulders you push Mark's chair back from beneath the desk turning him to face you. You maintain eye contact with him as you pull his thick cock free from his Pants slowly stroking over him. Mark eyes focus on your hand and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth to hide the grin that begins to pull at his mouth. You carefully drag your tongue along the underside of his Cock, stopping to swirl it around his tip like you know drives him absolutely crazy.

When you take The tip of Mark's cock n your mouth he lets out a delicious moan that hits your straight in your stomach so you grab onto his hips to keep him still as you start sucking. Bobbing your head over him taking him deeper and deeper each time hollowing out your cheeks to pull some more of his beautiful moans from his throat.

Mark's hand sets gently on the back of your head but quickly pushes down so you lower over him entirely and he hits the back of your throat. The groan he releases is so sexy followed by a desperate moan of your name that gets caught in his throat. When you gag softly around him Dean yanks your head back to allow you to breathe but you quickly hurriedly take him back into your mouth hungry for a taste of him in your mouth.

A few more quick bobs over him and his hips raise from the chair pushing further into your mouth as his creamy cum spills down the back of your throat. You keep sucking until Dean pulls you back looking down at you to watch you lick his tender tip one last time just to watch his hips jerk.

"I'll let you get back to your work baby," you grinned smiling at him while you started tucking him back into his pants and patting him on the legs. "I know how important it is, so I'll just go home and take care of myself, okay?" As soon as you stand up, Mark stands with you grabbing your hips and dragging you closer to help you sit on his desk.

"We both know that's not happening."