Chapter 112 He Licks My Pussy
Chapter 112 He Licks My Pussy
Emma
The knocking stops completely.
I push myself into a sitting position using my arms which have lost their strength to support my body weight.
I have to turn around to confront him.
Knox remains standing without any effort to cover his body. His shirt remains unbuttoned as his body shows slow rhythmic breathing movements through his open shirt.
Hot anger rises through my throat.
I raise my chin to speak while my knees under the skirt keep shaking.
"You do not have ownership of me Knox."
The words come out quieter than I intended. Thinner. But they come out.
His left eyebrow moves up which shows his amusement in a slow and intentional manner.
"Really?" He takes one measured step closer. The space between us decreases at once. "That is intriguing."
He takes another step forward.
"But your cunt seems to have a very different opinion."
My face becomes hot and the heat spreads to my neck and it pulling between my legs in a shameful way.
I gulp.
"I allowed you to do that," I say while I try to sound strong. “I don't belong to you.”
He stands directly in my path.
I refuse to move backward.
He holds my face in his grip which becomes stronger after starting with a light touch.
"Yet you let me do whatever I want, little girl." He speaks in a gentle tone. "You begged. You cried for it. You came so hard you left a fucking puddle on my desk, twice. You opened wider each time I pushed deeper into you. You did everything I ordered you to do."
He moves closer until his mouth almost reaches mine.
"You needed it. You still need it. And deep down, way deeper than that pretty little defiant look you’re trying to wear right now you know exactly who you belong to.”
The pain from my extremely hard nipples affects my body. The moment his voice continues speaking, I feel his cum dripping out of my body which travels down from my thighs.
My heartbeat makes my clit throb in rhythm.
I should slap him.
I should scream.
I should walk out of this office space forever and never return again.
"Then make me prove it."
His eyes become darker.
His mouth begins to form a smile, slowly.
He breathes softly. “Oh baby. I plan to.” His lips stay so close that I can feel his warm breath. “I plan to.”
He does not kiss me.
He forces me to turn my body by pulling my jaw until my back faces the desk.
Then he moves his hand down my back.
He squeezes my body once. The force of his grip makes me gasp while my body responds to him.
“Place your hands on the desk” he says in a soft tone. “Bend over. Show me how sorry you really are.”
My heart beats against my ribcage.
I should refuse him.
I need to tell him.
My palms have begun to touch the surface of the polished wood. My hips move backward before my mind can understand what happens.
My skirt rides up, showing off my ass. He drags the fabric up, touching my soft ass gently.
I hear him moving behind me.
He steps closer to me.
I first sense his warmth which moves through my body. Then I feel the slow touch of warm leather which moves across the backs of my thighs. The object moves up and down while it moves up again. The buckle touches my skin. I make a flinching movement.
He speaks to me in a soft voice which sounds almost polite.
“Let’s see how long that mouth stays defiant when I’m reminding you who you crawl back to every single time.”
The belt moves.
I shut my eyes.
My breathing pattern stops.
I remain in place.
The first stroke delivers a precise impact which hits both of my cheeks. The sting develops into a bright light which makes me feel sharp pain. I bite my lip to stop myself from crying out.
The second hit strikes lower, hitting the sensitive area where thigh meets ass. My knees begin to give way so I must hold the desk edge with extra force.
He takes his time.
He delivers each hit with exact measurements to create a particular effect. The hits create enough pain to feel but they do not break my body yet.
My skin experiences an intense burning sensation. My pussy muscles contract whenever the leather strikes. I sense new wetness moving down my inner thighs, which combines with all the existing wetness.
“You still think you’re not mine?” His voice is calm. Almost conversational. “After all this?” Another stroke comes. Harder.
I shake my head before I can stop myself.
“No answer?” The belt touches my heated skin. “Use your words, Emma.”
I attempt to speak but my voice sounds broken.
“I’m… yours.”
“Louder.”
“I’m yours.”
He hums, pleased.
“Good girl.”
The belt drops down.
My body shakes while I breathe rapidly and my tears stay on my eyelashes while my thighs shake so intensely that I struggle to maintain my balance.
His presence occupies my entire mind.
The need to defy him has become a different form of begging him to fulfill my request.
He drops the belt. His large hands press against my stinging cheeks. He uses his hands to rub down into my skin. I whimper.
His fingers go down to touch the space between my legs. He discovers that I am excessively wet and my body is swollen and my juice is flowing out of me.
“See?” he murmurs as he puts tight pressure on my clit. “This is what belonging feels like.”
I break on a sob.
I want more but I do not try to hide my desire.
I remain bent over the desk with my palms flat on the surface while my legs shake and my skirt has been pushed up to my waist. His cum continues to flow out of my body in a slow and thick manner which creates a sinful mess. I feel his cum run down my thigh as he moves his hands to hold my hips.
“Stay still,” he growls against my skin.
I cannot remain still. My body shakes too much.
His tongue touches my body with its hot flat surface as he moves from my clit to the pool of cum that he spilled inside me.
I choke on a sound that’s half sob, half scream.
He does not play nice. He does not use gentle treatment. He uses his face to push between my thighs like a starved man. His tongue moves straight into my entrance. He licks out his own cum and my slick through filthy movements.
He kept sucking my pussy.
“Fuck. Knox…”
He growls into my pussy while his tongue travels through my clit. He sucks my folds into his mouth and he starts to drink every drop of my juice.
My knees start to collapse but he uses his strength to maintain his grip. He holds my body in place with his fingers which create bruises on my hips.
My body feels his nose pressing against my backside as he enters me. His tongue extends deep into me while he uses his upper lip to rub against my clit.
My body reacts with a sudden shake. My nails scrape the desk. The smell of his body and his sweat together with the raw musk of sex that covers his face, makes it hard for me to breathe.
“Still think you’re not mine?”
He dives back in to suck my pussy. He starts to suck my clit so hard that my vision turns white for a moment. I scream his name. My thighs instinctively reach to hold his head but he uses his hands to push me apart. He starts to tongue fuck me ferociously.
I could barely breathe.
His tongue lashes my clit in fast, merciless circles while two thick fingers slam back inside me, curling, stroking that spot that makes my legs give out.
He keeps sucking while he fingers and licks to pull another orgasm from me.
I can feel hot slippery liquid running down his chin. His stubble on his face is wet with my juice.
He groans in deep pleasure, still lapping at my juice like he is thirsty and can't get enough of me.
“Give it to me,” he snarls between licks. “Come on my fucking tongue. Let me taste how sorry you are.”
I cannot resist it.
My body arches backward. My thighs begin to tremble. My belly feels like a tight coil which causes me pain until it suddenly breaks.