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I moan again, my lips vibrating around him as I try to force more of his cock inside my throat. My obvious desire to keep him exactly where he is is enough to push him to the edge. Leon thrusts up in short bursts, fucking my face to chase his climax.

My eyes water freely as he comes undone, his balls drawing up hard and his length throbbing in my mouth. Hot spurts of thick liquid shoot out of him and flood my mouth, some of them dripping straight down the back of my throat like they were made to.

Throat constricting and eyes rolling as the salty taste of my husband paints my tongue, I whimper and attempt to swallow him down. The texture and temperature aren’t entirely pleasant, but I’m too turned on to mind.

As soon as Leon’s cock stops twitching in my mouth, he pulls it out. Dazed from the experience, I’m completely rocked when he picks me up off the floor and bends me over his desk in one swift move. Eyes widening at the change in position, I look over my shoulder to find him breathing heavily with his gaze zeroed in on me.

Oh wow.

I don’t think we’re done.

Chapter Thirty-Six

Katya

“Tell me if you want me to stop.”

I open my mouth to ask what I would be asking to stop since he hasn’t done anything other than change our position when he cups my sex from behind, his fingers gripping me through my silky pajamas. I gasp, feeling my clit pulse and my pussy clench around air, seeking something to latch on to.

“You’re drenched, baby,” he drawls, his words coming out thick and almost growled. “Is this what happens when I fuck your tight little throat, hmm? You get all wet and needy for me?”

“Maybe,” I whimper, squirming and looking back at him to watch what he’ll do next. “We’ll have to try it again to find out if it happens more than once.”

“Minx,” he grunts, moving his hand from my pussy to grab my hips. He quickly allows his grip to migrate south, grabbing my ass so tightly that his fingers dig into the tender flesh. “You did so good for me. It would be cruel of me to leave you wanting like this, wouldn’t it? Would you go to your bedroom and take care of yourself under the covers if I did?”

“No,” I whimper, trying so hard not to bruise my lip by biting it.

“No?”

“I never touch myself under the covers. I like to watch what I’m doing.”

A groan of approval rumbles in his throat. “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

I want to tell him that I could show him right now if he asked, but he has other ideas. His fingers dip into the waistband of my pants and pull, shedding them off me in one brisk tug. The cool air of his office meets the hot, damp skin of my sex and goose bumps pebble up and down my arms.

“No panties?” Leon asks with an air of approval.

“You’re not supposed to sleep in tight bottoms,” I rasp, feeling giddy and nervous all at once. I have no idea what he plans to do with me, but I’m ready all the same. “It’s bad for moisture buildup and it’s good to let your skin breathe.”

“Smart,” he replies with a small smirk. He’s amused by my little fact that I couldn’t help but babble at a completely inappropriate time. “You’re going to want to face forward and hold on to the desk now, baby.”

My core clenches hard, fingers reaching out to hold the edge of his sturdy oak desk. It’s his first suggestion that I have a harder time listening to. “I can’t watch you?”

The question comes out more pouty than I intend, but Leon doesn’t seem to mind.

“You’ll hurt your neck,” he replies with a hum. “You won’t need to see what I’m doing to know how good it feels. Your eyes are going to slam shut in a matter of seconds anyway, tesoro.”

Doing the opposite of what he predicts, my eyes widen as he sinks to his knees behind me, his big, rough hands grabbing the back of my thighs. Until he proves his theory correct only a moment later by burying his face in my pussy.

“Oh my God,” I moan loudly, slapping a hand over my mouth as my head whips forward. My eyes seal shut, squeezing hard as my body quickly becomes overwhelmed. I’ve given myself pleasure plenty of times, but the feeling of a hot mouth on my cunt is not something I could have prepared myself for.

Leon’s hands wrap around the front of my thighs and he uses his grip to pull me closer to him and hold me in place as his tongue begins to work. Shuddering, I lay my head down on his desk, keeping a hand held tight around my mouth to muffle whimpers and moans.

Leon groans loudly, uncaring of his volume as he drags his tongue from my clit to my opening, twirling around my soaking wet hole when he gets there. I don’t have time or the brain power to wonder if I taste okay for him, or if I should have shaved. He doesn’t seem to care about anything other than devouring me, thankfully.

I flinch when he sucks my clit between his lips, somehow able to nibble on it softly from his angle. It’s so much at once and so intense that I almost yelp. My hips try to wiggle away from the overwhelming contact, but Leon refuses to let me escape, pulling me back harder than I can fight. Releasing my clit from his onslaught of sucking, he switches to licking me with a pointed tongue, playing with the pressure as he circles my pulsing bundle of nerves.

My nipples harden against his cold desk, adding a new tingling sensation to further my pleasure. Even with my eyes clamped shut, I can picture how my husband looks on his knees, eating my pussy from the back like some kind of sex-crazed caveman.