30. Leo
Her body trembles at my words and the two orgasms I just gave her. How badly I want to unbutton these slacks and let my hard cock free only to shove it into her gleaming pussy.
My eyes drop to the spot between her legs, glowing with the bit of arousal that I didn’t get on my face. Trailing my eyes ever so slowly up her body, taking in how heavily she is breathing, a smirk forms on my lips at how undone she is.
“How do you want me to do that?” her question breaks through my thoughts.
My fingers fumble on the button, loosening my pants and giving myself room to breathe. I sigh in relief as I pull the zipper down. “I want you to worship your God.”
Veronica’s eyes fall to where my hands work my slacks, and when my cock springs free, she is licking her lips greedily. My little angel can’t wait to get a taste.
Without me saying another word, she slides off the desk with ease and drops to her knees. With her kneeling before me, I take in the sight. A woman who marches to the beat of her own drum, surrendering to me.
“Use that wicked mouth of yours, Vee. Show me how no one can make me feel like you do.” She nods once while her hand wraps my length. Lifting my hand to her chin, I tilt her face upwards. “And when I think you did a good job of proving that, I’m going to take matters into my own hands and fuck this mouth of yours.” I slide my thumb inside again, roaming the pad over her tongue before pulling it out. “Do you understand?”
“Y-yes, sir,” she stutters.
I love the effect I have on her. I love the way I can make her break.
With her hand wrapped around me, she works me slowly. She sticks her tongue out, sliding it across my tip to collect the precum dripping off me.
“Are you teasing me?”
“I wouldn’t dare.” She strokes me with a wicked grin plastered on her face.
“Then why isn’t my cock in your mouth yet?” I tilt my head to the side, rolling my lips together. She can read the angered expression all over my face. I can tell by the flush of her cheeks and how tightly her legs press together.
In one quick move, I’m in her mouth. Relief floods my body to feel her warm lips wrapped around me. She bobs her head slowly as she swirls her tongue. My head falls back, my mouth forming into an O when she picks up her speed.
With one hand still gripping me, she sucks harshly on the tip, which makes me slap a hand over my mouth to quiet the sound that almost escaped.
“Fuck, Vee,” the curse remains smothered behind my hand. “Always making me feel so good. So fucking good.”
She hums, sending vibrations over my whole damn body. My chin meets my chest, looking her directly in the eyes.
“This is why I can’t ask her out.” I glide my thumb across her cheek as it hollows out. “I’d rather have you.” A victorious expression shines in her eyes. “You are doing so well, baby, but I’m going to fuck your mouth now, okay?” I inform her, attempting to slow my breathing. “Need to be in control.”
She hums while I’m still in her mouth and stops the bobbing of her head. Lifting my hands, I secure them to the side of her face.
“I’m not holding back, Vee,” I warn. “I’ll be as rough with you as I want.”
Not being able to respond verbally, she nods again. Then, I push my cock deeper. I start off slow, allowing her to adjust. When I hit the back of her throat, she gags. I had noticed before that she didn’t have a gag reflex. I almost had to force it out of her, but now? Now she knows how much I love hearing it. She does it to please me.
I pull my hips back before thrusting harder into her. Repeating the motion, back and forth. Repeatedly. I don’t hold back. I’ve never been this violent, this rough with my thrust with any woman before. I was worried I would break them. Send them running, but not with her. Veronica was built to be strong. To endure whatever was thrown her way.
She does just that.
She doesn’t hide how much she loves every single second of this. Even if tears are forming in her eyes as I continuously drive into her, drool seeping out of the corner of her lips as I hold myself deep inside of her, blocking her airway. Veronica’s hands fly up to my thighs, sudden fear flashing in her eyes because she can’t breathe.
We hold eye contact, and I watch as she tries to breathe out of her nose but fails since she is panicking. A tear slides down her cheek, and my thumb catches it.
Moving my hips forward, I push deeper, earning a genuine gag.
“What a pretty sight,” I compliment her as she continues to struggle to breathe.
The gloss in her eyes from fear.
The tears running down her cheek.
The saliva pooling out of her mouth.
“My beautiful, messy angel.”
I feel her swallow around me, and then I remove myself from her. She heaves in a deep breath, coughing as she regains her composure. Her eyes stare at me through those thick lashes.
“Sir, can I please touch myself.” God damn.
“Sinceyou are begging, yes, Vee, you can touch yourself.” I give her that award.
Her hand slides between her thighs almost immediately after my response. A moan escapes her right when her fingers graze her clit. As her fingers circle, she opens her mouth for me to continue where I left off. And I do.
With the speed at which her fingers are going, the way her eyes are rolling into the back of her head while I push deep inside of her, I know she is close.
“Don’t come yet.” She whines in protest. “You will wait for me.”
I understand withholding an orgasm is tough. This is something that people have trouble with, but I have a feeling that Veronica will be able to do it.
When we are in here, when it’s just us, she will do whatever it takes to please me. Regardless of the bratty attitude, she flaunts half the time. In the end, she always submits.
The sounds of her choking on me, the gargling of saliva in her mouth as she takes me, echo through the room. I should slow down with my punishing force to make things quieter, but it feels too damn good to go any slower. Doesn’t matter, anyway. I’m close, and with her legs shaking in her kneeling position, I can tell she is close, too.
Leaning forward, my hand dives into her hair, gripping the strands at the back of her head tightly to tilt her upwards. This position forces her eyes to stay on mine as I plunge deeper into her throat.
“That’s it, Vee.” I coax her, knowing my words will push her over the edge. “You look so damn pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
The praise earns a gargled moan, to which a rumble of satisfaction fills my chest.
Bringing up my free hand, I wipe away a tear with the pad of my thumb. “This mouth was made for me, wasn’t it? It was made to take me whenever I please. To use whenever I want.”
She struggles but nods in agreement. Her body trembles at the overdrive of pleasure. I’ve held back as much as I could. Shoving my release away until I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“Fuckkkk, little angel.” The moan is made of gravel as it leaves my mouth. “Come for me.”
At the end of my words, she came undone.
And what a glorious sight it was.
One more thrust, and I hold myself still, spilling into her. I watch her throat bob as she swallows every drop of me, her orgasm still rolling through her.
“You are perfect,” I say breathlessly as I pull out of her, already missing the warmth of her mouth.
She chuckles, wiping away the drool with the back of her hand. “I’m far from perfect.”
Veronica stands on wobbly legs, and it is taking everything in me not to lay her on my desk to taste the arousal that coats her. My fingers flex as she picks up her discarded clothes and puts them back on. I stand there, almost in awe at the sight of her. I’m still naked by the time she is fully dressed.
I hadn’t realized she had picked up my clothes until she is offering them to me. My eyes find the clothes lying in her hand, and I take them from her, then take a step closer, not bothering to put them on. Starring into her eyes, demanding that focus from her, she licks her lips nervously.
“Despite what you’ve done in your past and what you believe about yourself, there is a part of you that is perfection, Veronica.” She blinks at my statement. One of disbelief and wonder. As if I am the first person to see past this shield that she always has up.
“You’re just saying that as my doctor,” she says quietly.
I shake my head, my hand cupping her face. “No, I’m not. I’m saying this as a man standing before a devastatingly beautiful woman.”
“Maybe to you,” her head dips down, eyes casting towards the floor, “not to others.”
“You don’t let them see you like this.”
“What?” Her eyes snap up. “On my knees with my mouth full?”
“No.” I laugh. “Vulnerable.”
“I can’t…” Her voice is above a whisper.
“You can,” I tell her. “You’re just afraid of what the outcome will be.” She takes a step back, and my hand falls from her face to the clothes in my hand. Now, I decide to get dressed because having this raw conversation doesn’t seem so endearing when I’m standing here naked. “You have people in here who want that from you. Edith, Dr. Bennett, and even Eliza.”
“Being vulnerable with them isn’t an option, Leo.” She shakes her head. “It only is with you because you’re my doctor.”
My head moves in disagreement. “That’s not the only reason.”
Her stare bore into mine, and the rolling of her jaw tells me she’s trying not to be too vulnerable in this moment. “Since when did this become a real session?”
“It was supposed to be a real session today.” I remind her. “But then I saw that jealous gleam in your eyes, so I had to change it.”
Her hands fly up in the air. “I was not jealous!”
“Don’t admit it then. Just know it’s okay that you were. If roles were reversed and I saw you talking to another man, I’d feel the same way.”
She narrows her eyes. “Good thing the only men in here are gross.”
As I button up my dress shirt, I take a step closer to her. “Are you telling me you’d try to make me jealous?”
“Maybe.” She shrugs.
Red lines my vision for a moment at the thought of another man here hitting on her. Trying to have her the way I just did, but then soon fades from her earlier words.
All the men who do work here are gross. She wouldn’t dare try anything with them.The thought of the other men brings up the fact that Myles will be here this weekend.
“My friend is coming this weekend.” I blurt out, unsure if I would tell her.
“Oh, yeah?” She tilts her head.
“Dr. Bennett needs him to look at some business issues.” I state, not missing the sparkle in her eyes. “Don’t even think about it.”
“Think about what?” She questions with a playful tone.
“Stay away from him, Veronica. I mean it.” The warning doesn’t seem to hit her how I want it to.
“We’ll see.” She smirks. “This has been fun and all, but if we are done with putting our mouths to use for pleasure, I’d like to go. I”m not feeling up to the whole talking about my issues thing, seeing as you just tired me out. Maybe tomorrow.”
“And what are you going to do with the free time you have?”
A sinful smile spreads across her face. “Plan.”