Chapter 20 – Larson
I have Brynn right where I want her. Down on her knees, begging to eat my cock. I'm filled with a surge of power, which is good because I almost lost control while I was fucking that sweet pussy of hers.
I almost came before she could do what she's doing now. That would have been such a fucking shame.
She sucks the head of my cock while licking up and down its shaft. Then she licks the tip of it while moving her hand up and down the rest of it.
"Oh, fuck yeah," I tell her, thoroughly loving everything she's doing. “Eat my cock like my little fucking office whore.”
I tilt my hips so that my cock goes further into her mouth. She gobbles it up, so that I’m filling up her entire mouth. Then I put my hand on the back of her head and push it further towards me, so that my cock is all the way back in her mouth.
She chokes a little bit, but she takes it like a champ, just as I knew she would. I wouldn't have come all the way to New York Fucking City if Brynn didn’t give good head.
Sure, it's not the only thing I like about her, but it's a start. A fucking bare minimum requirement, and surprisingly hard to find, perhaps because my dick is ten inches long and plenty thick.
So, Brynn definitely meets the minimum standard for one night stand or occasional booty call. But on top of that, it just so happens that she's also beautiful, smart, fun and funny. And ambitious too, I think, as I look up for a moment at all the fucking degrees hanging on the wall I was just fucking her up against.
I didn't mean to get so serious so soon, but Brynn really is a fucking catch. She's the first woman I've opened up my heart to since everything happened.
When I look down into her eager, sexy eyes, I'm almost overcome with a strange mixture of fear and lust. I have to look back up at her law degree to calm down.
That's right, I think, as she bobs her head back and forth on my hard cock, she's mine. She's an up and coming lawyer at this swanky ass firm and I just spread her legs open wide and ate her pussy on her desk. And then I fucked her from behind until her wet pussy dripped its juices all over my big cock while she came.
To top it all off, now she's on her hands and knees for me, eating my cock half naked so that anyone from this firm can just walk in and see her doing it. And they would know that she picked me. Out of all these rich cocky ass fuckers, she wanted her some Larson Campbell.
She does a trick where it feels as if she's somehow not only sucking my cock but licking it at the same time. It feels so good I start to throb in her mouth.
"You're making me come," I manage to tell her before shooting my load into her mouth.
She eats it eagerly, sucking every last drop out and swallowing it like the good girl that she is.
"Oh my God," I say, sitting down in her leather computer chair and pulling her on top of my lap. "That felt so fucking good. I've been waiting far too long for you to do that."
"I know what you mean," she says, leaning her head against my chest. "You've got to come to New York more often. I need this on a daily basis."
"Or maybe you should come to New Mexico," I tell her. "In fact, you should come for Thanksgiving."
"For Thanksgiving?" she asks, turning her head up to look at me in that cute, surprised way of hers. "Are we that serious already?"
"I'll be at Jensen and Riley's for their annual Thanksgiving feast," I tell her. "Which I've never even seen you at before."
She sighs.
"I know. Riley and I used to do that in law school. It's been so long. I'm always having to work..."
"Well, maybe you can take off work," I suggest. "Or, if you can't do that, there's the Santa Ride. I'd like to officially invite you to be my guest to it."
"The Santa Ride?" she asks, shaking her head to indicate she's never heard of it.
"Sure, the Santa Ride. Happens every year. The Desert Dog’s gift to the community and to children. And I bet you thought we were just a ragtag group of dirty outlaw bikers."
"What?" she asks.
"Oh come on, you can admit it. It's a common misconception. But we don't care. We just keep doing our thing."
"But what is it?" she asks. “The Santa Ride?”
"Every year we gather donations and gifts from the community for children in need," I tell her. "And then we go on a big group ride, stopping at each child's house and handing out the gifts. I guess you could call us the motorcycle Santas."
"Really?" she asks, the formerly confused look on her face now changing to one of admiration. I'm glad she's proud of me. I knew she would like the idea. "That's so sweet."
"I know. So, what do you say? Since you like the idea so much, why not participate?"
She looks at me as if admitting I've got a point.
"I'd love to," she says. "If I can take off work. It's really hard to do that around here though."
"So I've heard," I say. "But do they let you have dinner?"
The clock on the wall tells me it's after five o’clock.
"Or do they keep you slaving away without even letting you eat?"
"We can eat," she laughs. "In fact, I was going to suggest that, but then the whole thing with Steven happened, and then you had to pin me to the wall and do what you wanted with me."
"I sure did," I tell her. "That was the number one task on my agenda for the day. I don't care what else we do, now that that's done. Except I want to do it again."
I laugh, and so does she.
"But seriously, I'm sorry about Steven," she says. "That was completely unexpected."
"Yeah, what was up with him?" I ask.
I wasn't going to say anything, or at least not yet. But since she brought up the fucking weasel's name, I have some follow up questions of my own to ask.
"It's a long story," she says, sighing and biting her delicious looking bottom lip.
"Why don't you tell me at dinner?" I ask, as we both hop up to get our coats.
I know we're both hungry, and it makes sense to eat while I listen to her tell me what happened with Bozo-face. But I also need to get out of here before I start sucking on that lip of hers again, or we'll be here all night, doing nothing but fucking.
Not that that would be a bad thing, but since I'm in the Big Fucking Apple for the first time in my life, I might as well explore something besides the inside of Brynn's office. And her glorious body, of course.