Chapter 63 Lean to the table

Chapter 63 Lean to the table
Soon, those fingers traced my clit again, and this time, he glided two inside my tight pussy.
I squirmed, panting and crying as my hands gripped his shoulders.
I was standing on my toes, and throwing my head back and forth, his body pressed harder against mine.
He pulled his fingers out and then traced them on my lips.
I swallowed, wanting to have a taste of my cum, but he drew those fingers down and rubbed it between my plump breasts.
His eyes glitter with mischief as he whispers;
"Get on your knees."
My heart raced, and my breath quickened as I obeyed; my legs trembled as I sank to the floor.
I knelt before him, but my eyes didn't waver from his hot gaze.
There's a smirk again as his fingers ran through my wet hair, but my eyes were stuck on what he had hidden between his thighs.
"Look at me," he commands, and my body stiffens as I lift my head to gaze at him, instinctively yielding to his command.
My hands were on my thighs, they stippled as he took his hand to his belt.
His fingers work the buckle, deliberately slowing the moment. My body was running out of patience, but I kept still.
My eyes follow every trail of that finger, the sound of his zipper, and his pants hanging on his hips, his cock springs freely.
I widened my eyes as my mouth became watery, staring at him, and my breath came in short gasps.
My eyes widened as my body was desperate to taste him, to feel him.
He knows, with those eyes he lurches on me, he gripped his cock, and his hand stroked his length.
He knows, with those eyes he lurches on me, he gripped his cock, and his hand stroked his length.
"Watch me," he orders, taunting me the more as I wish my hands were holding his cock.
Even if my knee hurts from the constant kneeling, my lust takes control of the pain.
Obeying him, my eyes glued to his hand as he stroked himself, gasping, and then I saw the tip of his cock glisten with pre-cum.
I shuddered as my body ached to take him, to feel him fill me up. My tongue licked my lips, imagining that I was being fed with his cock.
He grins at me, takes a hand off his cock, and slaps my cheek. My face sways slowly, but I still drew it back to face him.
"You want this don't you?"
"Yes," I moaned. "Please," I shamelessly uttered.
He moved back from me, his other hand, which held his cock let go as he said;
"Then take it," he coldly said, maintaining a distance from me.
Nervously and without hesitation, I opened my mouth, crawling to where he stood until I leaned forward.
He was still standing as my lips brushed against his cock causing a growl from his mouth.
It felt like a meaty frenzy in my mouth, and I twirled my tongue around his cock.
His hands landed on my hat as he gripped my hair while I took him fully into my mouth.
My tongue traced his cock, tasting the cum he abandoned on the crown and savoring him.
He was thick, his hardness filling my mouth, and I moaned.
My hands gripped his thighs as I sucked him, my tongue tracing the veins that pulsed beneath his skin.
His grip on her hair heightens, his hips bucking against my mouth as he moans;
"That's it. Take it all."
His hips sway as he slams his cock deeper, hitting my throat, which constricts around his hardness.
He was thrusting my throat fast, and I gagged, my eyes filled with tears as I struggled to breathe.
His hands were fisting my hair as he fucks my mouth.
"Argh, more like it, Ruis."
I melted at the thought of hearing my name from his lips, and it sent a gripping sensation inside me as I looked at him in the eyes.
His thrust quickened and my pussy clenched. Then I felt it, heavier and harder as he pumped his cum inside me.
"Swallow it. Swallow my cum."
A naughty smile was suspended on my lips as I milked him, drawing out his pleasure.
He growls, his body tensed as he gives me one last thrust, shooting his cum down my throat, filling my mouth with his seed.
I swallowed, my eyes locked on his as I took it all, my body trembling with the force of his orgasm.
He pulled away as he heaved a sigh, releasing my hair while I gasped.
"Get up," he said, and with trembling legs, I rose to my feet, although my body shook from the intensity of what had just happened.
He used his fingers to trace the curve of my jaw and I inhaled.
"This is only the beginning."
I bit my lips, learning that was just the start and I didn't hide my anticipation.
"Do with me whatever you want," I responded, letting out a devilish smile as I was drunk in his ecstasy.
I could feel the weight of his dirty gaze like a physical touch, making me squirm.
"And I've made it clear, you aren't just anyone... you're mine," he reminded, and his lips skimmed through mine, causing an unintentional moan from my lips.
My body was already begging to be his alone.
There's no turning back.
He moved away from the table, his dick still out of that short, and the sight of it made me growl.
"Lean to the table," he orders in a cocky tone, wasting time. I lean toward the table, my head instinctively falls onto it, and my legs are spread between him.
Letting out a devilish smirk, his hands reached my pussy and his fingers lightly brushed against the smooth, unblemished skin.
Damn it, my pussy swells at just a touch. I'm still so wet. I strained as my eyes wanted to have a look, but he wasn't letting me.
I shook with tremors when he glided his wet, cold dick inside my pussy, my legs kicked against his as my eyes widened.