Secret Santa #2
I feel him lean down and hover over me. His hips still work in that torturously delicious pace as he thrusts into my pussy and his lips capture my nipple again, switching back and forth between them, sucking and biting each nipple.
Elias is being cruel on purpose, I’m convinced that’s the case. He’s fucking me so slowly and shallowly it almost hurts while, at the same time, he’s stimulating me everywhere else, expect where I really need it.
Then, just because he’s a grade A asshole, Elias pulls out of me completely.
I cry out around the gag before I hear him spit again, but I don’t feel the coldness of his saliva against my burning flesh.
Overwhelmed with the sensations, I hold my breath and listen as he spits again, now realizing he’s coating his cock right before he pushes back inside me.
“You’re getting so fucking wet, sweetheart,” he hisses.
A soft moan escapes me as he picks up the pace, thrusting inside me just a little faster and deeper. Just as the hope of him being done with playing around blossoms in my chest, Elias pulls out again and slaps his wet cock against my clit a few times, making me cry out in frustration.
He chuckles, whispers something and sinks back in slowly, somehow hitting the spots inside me that make my whole body jerk with pleasure.
Elias clearly enjoys every minute of my desperation as he keeps up his maddeningly slow pace, occasionally pulling out to slap his cock against my clit and spitting on it. He’s driving me absolutely insane with need, my body already trembling and begging for the release he refuses to give.
“Shh, sweetheart, almost there,” he repeats himself over and over again, sounding so gentle and caring that it’s starting to piss me off.
When I’ve had enough of his torture and I attempt to squirm away from him, Elias takes pity upon me.
His hands grip my hips to keep me in place and he finally increases his pace.
Finally, he’s done with the slow, shallow thrusts and instead, he’s moving more aggressively, slamming inside me deep and hard.
The office fills with the sound of wet slapping, his deep grunts and my half muffled moans against the gag. Elias suddenly freezes inside me, and for a second there, I fear he’s decided to torture me more now that I’m just at the edge of my orgasm again.
Thankfully, that’s not the case. Instead of doing what I fear the most, he grumbles, “best fucking Christmas present ever,” releases his hold on my hips and quickly works to undo the gag, gently pulling it out of my mouth.
My jaw aches with pain, but I don’t have time to focus on it as Elias’ lips slam against mine and his tongue thrusts into my mouth just in time for his hips to start moving again.
He’s kissing me like he’s starving while he pounds into me so aggressively, even the desk under me is shaking with the force.
His hand moves to my throat and squeezes it gently as he hits a spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back behind the blindfold. Elias breaks the kiss to growl, “come on my cock, sweetheart. Now.”
Wave after wave of intense pleasure shoots through my entire body. I scream out and he silences me with his mouth, claiming every sound and swallowing it.
He keeps slamming inside me through my orgasm, only adding to the sensations. Just as suddenly as he ordered me to come, Elias pulls out of me and does quick work on the restraints, freeing me completely.
I half expect him to pull me off the desk and slap my ass, or something equally as demeaning men sometimes do, but he does none of that. Instead, he pulls me off the desk until my feet touch the floor, just to turn me around sharply and bend me over the surface.
Without warning, Elias slams back inside me and then, actually slaps my ass hard, then rubs the stinging area. “Now, it’s my turn to come, sweetheart,” he pants and slaps my ass again. “Since it’s my Christmas gift, I choose where to come, and you can bet your sweet pussy I’m coming inside it.”
Elias quickly slaps his hand over my mouth and pulls me back, arching my back and ensuring I can’t argue with his words. He fucks me hard, way more agressive than earlier until he freezes deep inside me and comes with a loud groan.
Slowly, he pulls his hand away from my mouth and collapses onto my back, breathing heavily. “Fuck...”
Elias’ stays buried inside me for a while and I still feel his dick twitching even after he’s done. After what feels like both a few seconds and an eternity, he pulls out of me with a satisfied groan.
I feel completely boneless as I remain bent over the desk, trying to catch my breath, and listen to Elias tuck himself back into his boxers, then pull up his pants and fix his belt.
He doesn’t speak a word and neither do I. For a second, I assume this will remain our dirty little secret and he’ll just leave the office, pretending like nothing happened.
To my absolute shock, he doesn’t leave. Elias helps me straighten up, his grip on me surprisingly gentle, then turns me around and removes the blindfold from my eyes. His fingers capture my chin to force me to look up at him.
For the first time since he entered the office I can see Elias, he still has that intense look on his face, but this time it’s mixed with a look of complete, utter satisfaction.
The corner of his mouth twitches before he leans in and presses his lips to mine. It’s a quick, barely there kiss that feels more like a peck than an actual kiss.
Finally, as he pulls away, he flashes me a grin that makes me want to repeat the experience all over again, releases me and gives me a once-over.
“My cum looks good on you,” he announces out of nowhere, winks at me and walks out of the office, leaving me thoroughly satisfied and as confused as never.