Chapter 17

Owen

“I did say I’d do whatever you wanted to thank you,” Mira purrs, her pouty lips inches from my own. “What kind of girl would I be if I backed out now?”

Any other woman would already be feeling all twelve inches of my hard dick as I plunge it into her wet cunt, especially if she talked the way this slut does.

“You’re talking a big game,” I say, reluctantly removing my hand from her cunt so I can grab one of her luscious tits. “But is it all talk? Or are you ready to see what comes after all of this teasing?”

“Show me,” she says as if she’s offering herself up as unmolded clay, and I’m the sculptor that’s going to transform her into a sexual work of art. Luckily, she’s giving me plenty of raw talent to work with.

I’ve fucked my share of women. Hell, I’ve fucked Wilt Chamberlain’s share of women. But never have I felt this unhinged, this out of control over a piece of ass.

For my own sanity, I need to get her out of my system. Masturbating did nothing to help do that, so this must be the cure.

And what better way to do that than fucking her on her own desk? I unbutton her top, ripping it apart and expose her tits. The buttons scatter across the floor, and I stare back at her tits, which are glaring straight at me, thanks to a black lace push-up bra.

A low growl ripples through me as I savor in this vision. Her tits are so inviting and ready to play.

Mira arches her back, pushing them even more in my face. Whether she knows the power she possesses or not, the result is the same—I’m about to lose every last bit of restraint I have.

I cover her greedy and filthy mouth with mine, crushing my lips into hers. I reach up to capture a pert nipple between my fingers, tweaking them until she moans into my mouth.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I lift her off the floor and swing her around, placing her on the cheap wooden desk.

“I think we’ve come to the thanking portion of the evening,” Mira teases as she starts to unbuckle my belt.

I can’t deny that the thought of her with a mouthful of my cock doesn’t excite me. But I have other plans for her…and my dick.

“Not tonight,” I say as I grudgingly move her hands away from my throbbing shaft. “Tonight, I’m putting you and your smart mouth in your place.”

“I like the sound of that,” she says, her lips forming into playful grin. It’s like she read a handbook of what horny guys like to hear.

Sliding her back a little on her desk, some of the many papers littering the surface fall to the floor. Bending to pick one of them up, I notice that it’s a lingerie sketch—and that it’s good.

“You need to model this for me when you make it,” I say, showing Mira which sketch it is. “And only this. But right now, I’d rather see you with nothing.”

Mira bites her upper lip at my promise, and I dive headfirst into her tits, sucking on those perky, full mounds like a horny nineteen-year-old.

“Tell me you like that,” I whisper into Mira’s ear as I pinch her nipple.

“Oh, yes, I like that,” Mira says breathlessly, writhing as I work her over. “Mmm…do it again.”

I hover my hand over her nipple again as she inhales in anticipation. I throw her a smirk as I hike up her skirt.

“You want me to touch you here, don’t you?” I ask, already knowing her answer. Her sweet juices darken her cream panties, making her desire visible. My mouth immediately salivates.

She nods yes, her eyes wide with want.

“Say it,” I command, taking care to withhold my touch until she voices what she wants—and what I want to do to her. “Say how much you want me to touch your cunt.”

“God, I want it,” she moans. “Touch me. Touch all of me.”

Satisfied for now, I start kissing her golden skin, starting at her breasts and making my way down to her waist. I look up to see her stretched out on her desk, open to me, her arms spread over her head and hanging off the edge.

I pause over her cunt and continue to kiss along her inner thighs before coming back to rest my mouth inches from her moist lips.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” I demand, letting my breath heat up her cunt even more.

“Whatever you want…j-just make me cum,” she says.

“Oh, honey,” I chuckle, “that’s a given. You’re going to cum multiple times.”

I gently bite her inner thigh as I run my fingers up and down her slit, eliciting a moan from her in the process. I can feel her juices through the fabric, and it takes all my restraint to not tear that delicate lace apart and dive head-first into that delectable meal.

“Tell me how I make you feel,” I command. “Like a slut?”

“Yes,” she cries with pleasure as she writhes against the wood.

“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, continuing to stroke her lacy slit. “You like feeling out of control. How does it make you feel?”

“Mmm…primal,” she says, “and more alive than I’ve ever felt.”

“Good girl,” I coo, removing her panties soaked with her own juices. I hold them up to her so she can breathe in her own musky scent. “Tell me more.”

“I want you,” she pants. “I want you like I’ve never wanted any man before.”

Kneeling between her legs, I run my hands up and down them and spread them wide so I can get a good look at her pretty little cunt. It’s possibly the most inviting cunt I’ve ever seen. It’s practically begging me to sink my cock into it.

While I usually aim to please, that’s going to have to wait a little while because what I want to do first is achieve a blue ribbon in cunt eating.

“I can see,” I tell her. “Your cunt is practically gushing with juice.”

She clenches her ass cheeks, pushing her cunt higher towards me, silently begging me to fondle it. I take my fingers and start slowly tracing the outline of her lips, dipping my finger inside the warm, wet slit. Moving in and out, she reacts with unbridled abandon, as only someone not scarred by experience can react.

Every nerve ending of hers is uncharted territory. And I’m the Magellan that’s going to discover and record every tremor, every quiver along the way.

I dip another finger into her tunnel that is achingly tight. I almost cum right then and there, imagining how exquisite my cock will feel as its wrapped tightly in that warmth.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say as I slowly fuck her cunt with my fingers.

“Mmm,” she groans.

I can’t hold back any longer. I have to discover what she tastes like. I dip down, and with my head in her lap, I lightly lick her clit. She’s an intoxicating mixture of honey, jasmine, and salt.

And much like any guilty pleasure, I can’t have just one taste. I go back for more, using my tongue as my guide. I wrap my arms around her thighs, using them as leverage so I can excavate even deeper, plunging my tongue in and out in quick movements.

“Don’t stop,” she begs. “Don’t ever stop doing that.”

I stop for just a moment and lift my head to meet her cloudy gaze. I can feel her juices all over my mouth and chin, just like any competitor in a pie eating contest.

“Oh, we’re just getting started,” I say as I bury myself once again into the sweetest pie I’ve ever tasted.