40. Jasper #2
I can feel my cock hardening and straining against my pant zipper.
I know I should stop watching, especially because of where I am in a room full of other FBI agents, but I can't force my glance away.
Xavier switches his mouth to her other breast, laving it and sucking hard on the peak, all the while little whimpers are escaping Scarlett, and filling my ear.
One of her hands is fisted in the sheets, the other deep in Xavier's hair as she strains against his mouth, and her legs widen so that I can see the wet spot clearly on her panties.
Xavier rises on the bed, his feet planted far apart, heels dug in on the surface of the plush mattress, the sheet pulling tight and tilting inward toward the center, as his cock tents his boxers.
Scarlett licks her lips and reaches forward until she slips her fingers into his waistband, and pulls them down.
He steps out of them, standing completely naked before her, his cock long and curved, bouncing against his belly button, metal glinting off his shaft, as her eyes darken with lust. Jesus fuck, he's hung like a horse.
I'm not a small guy by any means, but Xavier is definitely longer, and with all those metal barbells, I can only imagine how he makes my little vixen scream.
Scarlett shifts herself until her back is pressed against her pillows and headboard, as Xavier straddles her sitting body, his cock almost in line with her face.
I release a groan I can't quite contain, lust racing up my body, as Scarlett licks his engorged, purple crown.
"You alright over there, Agent Garnier?" Douglas questions with concern, and I can't even respond, for fear another groan will slip out.
I clench the phone in my hand, rise, and walk out of the space, fully cognizant that my dick is trying to punch a hole through my zipper, and without my suit jacket, there's very little I can do to disguise it.
I make it as far as the men's room, locking myself in a stall, ripping my zipper open and pulling out my hard, leaking cock.
I bring the phone close to my face, as I watch Scarlett take Xavier's cock down her throat over and over.
Her pretty head bobbing up and down, as his fingers fist her strands, forcing her to take him deep, until she's choking and gagging on him.
I twist and thrust into my palm, squeezing my cock for dear life, as Xavier forces Scarlett to take him so deep that I can hear her clearly wheezing for air.
His asscheeks clench as her fingernails rip into the back of his thighs, leaving trickles of crimson blood sliding down his pale legs.
"That's it, Spitfire, take all of me, swallow me down like the perfect whore you are. "
My hand works furiously against my length.
I can feel the stirrings of my orgasm tingling along my spine as the hairs on my arms and legs rise.
Xavier pulls back, and Scarlett gasps loudly, saliva covering her lips and chin, and tears racing from the corner of her eyes.
She's beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've ever seen in the throes of passion.
Xavier moves so his testicles are pressing against her chin, as he slaps his cock on her face.
Her tongue darts out, licking at his base and making him moan.
His head tips back in pleasure, his back straining, as Scarlett sucks one testicle and then the other, her hands massaging his asscheeks as he jerks himself off over her face.
"Does my pretty slut want to swallow my cum, or does she want me to paint her face with it? "
Her lower body writhes on the bed, her legs moving restlessly, trying to find some friction to get her off. Fuck, if I were there, I would be eating her pussy with pleasure, swallowing down each and every drop of nectar like a starving man.
"Fill my throat," Scarlett murmurs seductively, and Xavier quickly silences her with his cock.
This time he doesn't allow her to bob up and down, instead, he holds her firmly, one hand fisted in her hair at the top of her head, and the other wrapped mercilessly around her throat, as he thrusts brutally down her throat and fucks her face like a man possessed.
“That’s it, pretty girl, take all of me.” The gulping and choking sounds Scarlett's making are my undoing, my own breathing ratcheting up until I can't catch my breath. “Fuck, Spitfire, your mouth feels amazing on my cock, you’re taking me so deep.”
My toes curl in my shoes with pleasure, and I bite down hard on my lip in an attempt to ward off my orgasm.
Some part of me wants to come when he does, as if somehow he's an extension of me, and I'm the one filling Scarlett's throat.
I squeeze my crown, beads of precum dripping down my length.
One of Scarlett's hands disappears from Xavier's asscheeks and reappears between her legs, frantically rubbing at her clit, before she pushes the material of her panties aside, and slams two fingers inside of her soaked pussy. Fuck, I'm not going to last.
My body begins to tremble, the orgasm refusing to be held back any further as Scarlett's body bows, her legs pushing against the mattress, and Xavier releases a roar as he cums down her delicate throat.
My cum shoots out, painting the wall of the stall in thick, creamy rivulets as I lean my head against the cool metal, and try to stop my heart from wanting to rip out of my chest. He releases his hold on her neck as she struggles to catch her breath, his semen slipping from her lips.
"Naughty minx, I was going to make you come next. "
A chuckle escapes Scarlett as she licks at her lips, determined to swallow every drop of cum. "Too... late."
Xavier bends down, caressing her face gently, and kisses her, licking at her lips and mouth, and I'm instantly jealous that he gets to taste himself on them.
He breaks the kiss and hops off the bed, a lascivious grin across his mouth.
His blue-gray eyes stare right at where the camera is placed in Scarlett's room, as if he knew it was there the whole time, but that's not possible. I was fucking careful placing them.
He tilts his head, stroking his still hard cock, and blows a kiss. "Hope you enjoyed the show. It's our bedtime now. My Spitfire needs rest."
The next thing I know, the screen goes black, and the camera is offline. MOTHERFUCKER! I'm going to kill that guy.