Chapter 35 Cam #2
“Not sure I can.” It took everything in me not to smile. I turned, so I was sitting sideways in my chair as he stood right in front of me. I held onto the sides of his jean-clad thighs, peering up at him.
“Is our little princess teaching you how to brat? Because if not, you’re pretty damn good at it.
” He huffed and began undoing his belt. I don’t know when I became so fucking eager for his cock, but the clinking of his belt and the sound of his zipper being pulled down had my mouth watering.
Basically, a Pavlovian response. “On your knees, darlin’. ”
“Alright, cowboy.” I gave him a wink and sank to my knees.
Tucker has been out of Wyoming for nearly half a decade, but I guess the saying was right.
You can take the boy out of the country, but you can’t take the country out of the boy.
The way he chose certain words and the occasional twang in his voice reminded me of who he truly was: a cowboy.
The smile he wore after that nickname was one of pride.
I looked up at him, waiting for my next instruction. He pulled out his cock, and my eyes widened. I looked from him to his dick, then back to him. Our girl made sucking him look easy. Dude was massive.
He spat in his hand and stroked himself slowly.
I watched as the crown was revealed and then disappeared with each tug of his dick.
I didn’t have a foreskin, but it definitely wasn’t an issue for me that he had one.
The thought of docking one day almost turned me into a puddle on the blue carpet in my office.
“Stick your tongue out, baby.”
I tilted my head a bit to meet his gaze. I stuck my tongue out, ready to take anything he was willing to give me. As he slapped his cock against my tongue, he groaned.
“So pretty like this, Cam. Prettier than I imagined.”
I sucked him into my mouth, and he groaned.
If anyone was outside the door, they definitely would've heard that. Hopefully, no one was on the far end of the building either, because the blinds were still open. If you looked through them, you’d have a perfect view of Tucker’s ass.
Honestly, it made it so much hotter. Just the thought made my already hard cock twitch with excitement.
I used one hand to stroke his length and my mouth to work the tip. I swirled my tongue over the tip, tasting his precum. I groaned at the salty taste. Fuck, he tasted so good.
“Fuck. Feels so good. God, you're such a good boy,” he praised, gripping my hair with one hand and giving me a slap on my cheek with my other. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt; it just stung a little.
I shot a glare up at him while still bobbing on his massive dick.
All he did was smile down at me. He looked fucking feral.
I moaned around his dick, palming myself through my jeans with my other hand.
I could feel the wet spot forming on them already. Guess I’m going home early today.
Tuck pulled on my hair to get me to stop sucking his dick.
“Want to see how far you can take it, baby. Open up for me.” He held my head; still, fingers twisted in my hair as he pushed his way into my mouth.
My jaw ached, but there was no way I was stopping this.
I tried my best to breathe through my nose.
I now felt sorry for all the girls I throat fucked before.
This wasn’t easy. I gagged hard around his dick, tears sprouting in my eyes.
I swear to God, if I throw up tacos during my first blow job, I will run away to Ireland.
“Holy shit, baby. You got me halfway. Such a good fucking boy.” The words came out in pants.
I gagged again, about to tap out. “Fuuuck, I can feel you gagging, pretty boy. God, the way your throat is squeezing me is going to make me come. Fuck.” I gagged again, tapping his thigh for air.
He pulled out of my mouth slowly, and once he was out, I sucked in the precious air that had been stolen from me.
Dude was a fucking animal. He stroked himself with my spit and hissed through his teeth.
“Stick your tongue out, sweetheart. Need to watch you drink my cum just like you wanted.” He jerked himself quickly as I held my now sore jaw open for him.
He groaned my name, then let out a deep and guttural sound while painting my tongue with his release.
As his cum filled my mouth, I did something for the second time in the past two months. I came in my pants.
The cum that landed on my chin, Tucker scooped up with the rough pad of his thumb and let me suck it off.
This man was so addicted. The taste of him was salty, sweet, and had a bit of an aftertaste that was almost chemical.
Truthfully, the latter was off-putting, but my cum tasted similar, so I didn’t mind.
He helped me up before tucking himself back into his pants and adjusting his clothes. He kissed my nose, then his gaze bounced between my eyes.
“You, okay?”
“No.”
He cupped my face in his hands. “Did I hurt you, Cameron?” Tucker looked and sounded worried about my well-being. It was cute.
I laughed, a blush spreading across my cheeks. “No, nothing like that. I just have to call it an early day now.” I glance down at my now sticky pants. His eyes followed mine as he smiled.
“Oh. I would apologize, but that’s pretty hot, love.” He pulled me into the softest kiss. “Do what ya gotta do, and I’ll follow you out.”
I couldn’t talk to Andy, given my current situation, so I sent her a quick text letting them know they were welcome to leave early since it was Halloween and we had no cars that could be finished before close. I grabbed my backpack, my boyfriend and headed out the door.