came in and went down on her knees in front of him. She touched his thigh and he shuddered.
“You keep walking away from me, Sven. Why do you do that?”
Her fingers trailed up his thigh and feathered over the bulging fabric of his groin.
He caught her hand and bit back a groan as she deliberately squeezed his shaft. She had no idea how much her touch affected him. The continual war within him that yearned for her mouth, for her fingers and the delicate lick of her tongue, yet feared them at the same time. He cleared his throat.
“We are at work?”
“That’s my line. Try again.”
She pushed his hands away and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. His breath hissed out as she caressed the very tip of his cock.
“You are like the queen,” he said hoarsely. “You keep changing your mind about what you want.”
She looked up at him, her fingers trapped between his shorts and thick shaft. “A woman is entitled to change her mind if she wants to.” She touched the slit of his cock, probed it with her fingernail. “And, quite frankly, having seen this, I believe I have to change my mind, take you into my mouth and suck you hard.” She pulled roughly at his shorts until they slid off his ass. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Sven shook his head. Speech required intelligence and all the blood in his brain had deserted to his cock. He stifled a groan as her lips closed around his crown. He couldn’t stop himself burying one of his hands in her hair, just in case she had any thought of escaping him again. She hummed an approving sound through her nose as her mouth slid lower and lower.
With one desperate tug of his hand, his shorts slid down to his knees. She cupped his balls drawing them tight and high against the base of his shaft. His hand fisted as she began to suck him, the lush sounds and her small noises of enjoyment made him even bigger. He cradled the back of her head in his outstretched fingers, amazed that she was willing to take him so deep and not gag. His hips moved to the rhythm set by her mouth and he gave himself up to the ecstasy of her touch.
“Hard, my lady, I like it hard.”
He couldn’t stop the plea rising from his lips. He couldn’t deny the desire to tell her what he craved, what he needed, what she seemed to understand already. She stopped sucking and he held his breath. Had he destroyed the moment? Did she think he was a deviant? He tensed as she looked up at him.
“It’s okay, Sven, I like it hard too.”
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His breath hissed out as she demonstrated what she meant with her teeth, rougher than the queen had ever been, more demanding than any woman he could remember.
“Thea, I need to come.” He tugged on her hair when she didn’t answer him. “If you don’t want my seed, tell me now.”
In response, she sucked harder, her teeth grazing his shaft with every long stroke.
He forgot the need for caution and pushed into her willing mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every other thrust. He only just remembered not to shout his excitement out to the world as he climaxed and felt his hot seed spurt down her throat.
When he regained enough breath, Sven looked down. He was trembling like a girl.
Thea held his cock in one hand as she licked him clean. Her small tongue darted into every crevice. He cursed as he felt himself twitch and grow again. The queen was the last woman who had touched him like this, made something he’d began to avoid into something pleasurable again. But not like Thea, not this overwhelming sense of rough, sensual satisfaction. His wife hadn’t liked to take him in her mouth at all. She’d complained he was too big, but then, she’d been a small woman…
Sven released his grip on Thea’s hair and carefully stepped back, letting his cock slide between her fingers. He went down on one knee.
“Thank you, my lady. You do me great honor by accepting my seed.”
Thea stood up. Sven had gone all formal on her
“You keep walking away from me, Sven. Why do you do that?”
Her fingers trailed up his thigh and feathered over the bulging fabric of his groin.
He caught her hand and bit back a groan as she deliberately squeezed his shaft. She had no idea how much her touch affected him. The continual war within him that yearned for her mouth, for her fingers and the delicate lick of her tongue, yet feared them at the same time. He cleared his throat.
“We are at work?”
“That’s my line. Try again.”
She pushed his hands away and tugged at the waistband of his shorts. His breath hissed out as she caressed the very tip of his cock.
“You are like the queen,” he said hoarsely. “You keep changing your mind about what you want.”
She looked up at him, her fingers trapped between his shorts and thick shaft. “A woman is entitled to change her mind if she wants to.” She touched the slit of his cock, probed it with her fingernail. “And, quite frankly, having seen this, I believe I have to change my mind, take you into my mouth and suck you hard.” She pulled roughly at his shorts until they slid off his ass. “Do you have a problem with that?”
Sven shook his head. Speech required intelligence and all the blood in his brain had deserted to his cock. He stifled a groan as her lips closed around his crown. He couldn’t stop himself burying one of his hands in her hair, just in case she had any thought of escaping him again. She hummed an approving sound through her nose as her mouth slid lower and lower.
With one desperate tug of his hand, his shorts slid down to his knees. She cupped his balls drawing them tight and high against the base of his shaft. His hand fisted as she began to suck him, the lush sounds and her small noises of enjoyment made him even bigger. He cradled the back of her head in his outstretched fingers, amazed that she was willing to take him so deep and not gag. His hips moved to the rhythm set by her mouth and he gave himself up to the ecstasy of her touch.
“Hard, my lady, I like it hard.”
He couldn’t stop the plea rising from his lips. He couldn’t deny the desire to tell her what he craved, what he needed, what she seemed to understand already. She stopped sucking and he held his breath. Had he destroyed the moment? Did she think he was a deviant? He tensed as she looked up at him.
“It’s okay, Sven, I like it hard too.”
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His breath hissed out as she demonstrated what she meant with her teeth, rougher than the queen had ever been, more demanding than any woman he could remember.
“Thea, I need to come.” He tugged on her hair when she didn’t answer him. “If you don’t want my seed, tell me now.”
In response, she sucked harder, her teeth grazing his shaft with every long stroke.
He forgot the need for caution and pushed into her willing mouth, his cock hitting the back of her throat with every other thrust. He only just remembered not to shout his excitement out to the world as he climaxed and felt his hot seed spurt down her throat.
When he regained enough breath, Sven looked down. He was trembling like a girl.
Thea held his cock in one hand as she licked him clean. Her small tongue darted into every crevice. He cursed as he felt himself twitch and grow again. The queen was the last woman who had touched him like this, made something he’d began to avoid into something pleasurable again. But not like Thea, not this overwhelming sense of rough, sensual satisfaction. His wife hadn’t liked to take him in her mouth at all. She’d complained he was too big, but then, she’d been a small woman…
Sven released his grip on Thea’s hair and carefully stepped back, letting his cock slide between her fingers. He went down on one knee.
“Thank you, my lady. You do me great honor by accepting my seed.”
Thea stood up. Sven had gone all formal on her
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