Skyrocketed expectations (2)

Skyrocketed expectations (2)
Rhys grabs me by the hair and pushes me onto my knees. The first thing I do is glance at the door, but the man doesn’t seem to care if it’s closed or not.
"Someone could walk in," I whisper.
"Then you better be fast."
I nudge Rhys into his seat and slide under the desk, deeming it a less risky place if anyone were to walk in. I have fantasized taking off these pants a million times, but my hands tremble when I grab hold of his belt.
I look at him for confirmation even though he ordered me to wear his favorite lipstick and just asked me to get on my knees.
He presses on his belt and it unbuckles, letting me do the rest. I pull it apart, the sound of its clang sending a chill down my spine. The bulge growing in his pants makes my mouth water, but at the same time, I’m starting to question if I will be able to take him.
I didn’t expect any less. Rhys is a tall man with the kind of body that implies he’s a regular at the gym. I bet he spends hours pounding metal every time, hence the broad shoulders and sculpted torso that not even his shirts can fully hide. His thighs are broad and strong, as are his hands. I can still remember how perfectly they cupped my boobs.
A man cannot be this large everywhere else and have a small dick, can he? Unless it’s a prank from the universe.
Even so, what awaits me when I pull Rhys out of his boxers makes me gasp.
The man looks down at me impatiently. "What? Never seen a dick before?"
Just not one this big and beautiful. For the first time in the history of blowjobs, I’m not dreading giving one.
I wrap my hands around him, jerking it a few times. When I get to the tip, there’s a bead of precum waiting for me. I use it to lubricate the rest of his cock, rubbing it with my hands before I put the tip in my mouth.
Rhys lets out a deep groan as I lick the crown of his cock before sliding more of him into my mouth. He tastes a little salty and musky, but it’s not unpleasant. In fact, the filling of him filling my mouth makes warmth pool between my legs.
I swirl my tongue around his now hardened cock while fondling his balls before I open my mouth wider and take in more of him. My eyes start to tear and I groan around him, but Rhys’s grunts of pleasure spur me on. I hold my breath and swallow the rest of his cock down my throat.
I have never sucked a dick so deeply before. The foreign feeling makes me feel like I’m on the verge of suffocating. I pull my head back to take a breath. Tears are now involuntarily running down my cheeks, but I don’t want to stop.
Rhys grabs the back of my head and pushes my head down, impaling my mouth on his cock, pushing it all the way down again. He grunts in pleasure every time he hits the spot at the back of my throat.
Just when I thought he couldn’t get any bigger or harder, Rhys’s cock swells in my mouth, pulsing as he nears his orgasm. I want to tell him to come down my throat. I’ve always wanted him to—thought about it at least a dozen times when my eyes accidentally aligned with his crotch.
He does just that, letting streams of hot cum spurt down my throat and tongue. I involuntarily swallow it and then lick the rest of it from his shaft.
When I finally look up at my boss, he has the gaze of a sated beast. He runs his fingers along my jaw. "I didn’t think you had it in you, Kira."
My jaw is tired—I will need more practice to get used to Rhys’s girth in my mouth. Maybe if I get a dildo in the same size as him, it will be easier next time?
If there is even a next time.
Rhys grabs my jaw and makes me look up at him. "Whatever you’re thinking about, give it up."
I can’t be that much of an open book. I feign ignorance. "I shouldn’t wonder if there’s a next time?"
"There certainly is." He says, rubbing the bottom and side of my lips, probably to get off smudged lipstick. "Nothing is hotter than how you look at me after swallowing my cum, Kira."
My stomach does a little flip.
"But," he continues. "Until I’m done with you, you will not let anyone else between these beautiful lips. Or your other lips, for that matter."
I swallow hard, hoping my face isn’t as flushed as I feel. I quickly defend myself. "I was just thinking about…a dildo. You know, so it’s easier next time."
Rhys chuckles, but there is no humor on his face. "If I haven’t made it clear enough, you are not to put anything inside you without my permission. Not even your fingers."
I didn’t know he was this possessive. It should scare me to think about what he would do if I defied him, but that’s the last thing on my mind as I tuck Rhys’s cock back into his boxers and straighten up to leave.
The man doesn’t offer to get me off, even though he knows how horny I am after going down on him. I figure it’s only fair after he did the same for me last night, but courting trouble is my specialty.
I take my phone to the bathroom, and, after ensuring there is no one in any of the stalls, I take the risk of shimmying down my panties to my knees and snapping a picture of my wet panties.
My mind is turning into a mush. I have never done this kind of thing before, but a possessive man like Rhys wouldn’t let anyone else see a picture meant only for his eyes.
I send the picture to him, attaching a text.
\[Permission to finger myself in the bathroom, boss?\]