Page 12 of Wynter's Coming


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The brief twitch of his lips didn’t ease much of the tension from his face, but still, I felt reassured. A little. I’d done a bit of online research before we met last night. I liked being prepared for any and everything.

But none of my research prepared me for the reality of the feel of him under my hands, the velvet over steel length of him. And holy cow, the sheer size of him. I swallowed hard as I contemplated how much of him I’d be able to take into my mouth. I couldn’t even imagine how he’d fit in my pussy.

Nerves returning, I went for a stalling tactic. “Do you want to take them off?” I motioned to his pants and boxers.

“No, Angel. I want it just like this.” His voice drew out the words quiet, but I could hear the strain. “The only thing that would be better is if we were in my office. Then while I worked I could picture you there on your knees with your lips around me. But I can’t take the risk of us being interrupted.”

I wanted this to be perfect. And it was clear now that Mateo did too. That settled my nerves a bit.

Mateo reached down with one hand and tangled his fingers in my hair, tugging me forward and guiding my head toward him.

I closed my eyes. And opened my mouth.

The smooth head of his cock tasted better than I expected. A small bead of cum escaped his tip and I stroked my tongue around it, lapping him up. But then I wanted more of him. I widened my mouth to accommodate him and he thrust his hips forward slightly, sliding the length of himself over my tongue.

A small frisson of panic caused my throat to close a bit, but Mateo immediately sensed my tension, easing his hand from my hair to caress my cheek, down to my jaw. “Relax, Angel.”

For some reason his commanding tone and gentle touch put me at ease. I might be on my knees, my mouth wrapped around his cock, but he was in complete control. In an instant I found myself relaxing and opening to him.

I slid my hands up his thighs and around to rest on his ass. I squeezed as he flexed into me.

“That’s right, Angel, take all of me in your sweet mouth.”

I was pretty sure I had all of Mateo’s cock in my mouth that would fit. He was wet, hard and thick.

“Just a bit more, Angel. Let me hit the back of your throat,” he murmured.

The more I sucked Mateo, the more he moaned and the more turned on I got. The only sounds in the room were his moans and my wet mouth working him over. My pussy tingled and I knew my panties were soaked. He pushed all the way in until he nudged the back of my throat. I looked up at him as my throat swallowed him down, trying to take more and more of him.

“Good girl,” Mateo breathed. “God, your mouth is amazing.”

I felt utterly filthy and scandalous, like some sort of call girl. But at the same time I wanted this. Knowing I had to take my pleasure into my own hands, I started feeling less guilty about topping Santa’s naughty list.

I moaned, feeling excited and wanting to take the next step. I wanted to bring him the pleasure he gave me. I worked my mouth over his length, releasing him until just the tip remained in my mouth, swirling my tongue over it before sliding back down.

Mateo let go of my hair only long enough to snatch one of my hands from his ass. He brought it around and urged me to close my fingers around the base of his cock. I gripped him, and he guided my fist up and down, sliding up and down the same damp path my mouth took.

“God, I’m so close.” His hands returned to my hair, tangling and angling my head back so he could slide deeper and faster, picking up speed as he fucked my face.

“Angel, I’m going come into that pretty little mouth of yours,” he growled and pulled my hair harder.

His hips bucked and his dick grew thicker seconds before hot spurts of cum splashed against my tongue. My heart pounded, and I sucked harder. He tasted warm, salty and delicious on my waiting tongue. Pure Mateo. I swallowed every last drop of him. I didn’t want to waste an ounce. He was mine.

My boss looked down at me, hunger in his eyes as he slid from my mouth.

I leaned back on the thick carpet, catching my breath. I was dizzy from desire. I touched my lips. They were swollen, throbbing and sticky with Mateo.

Mateo brushed a hand over my cheek and captured my jaw in his large hand. I eyed his still hard cock. I knew he’d come down my throat but he was still hard?

“God, you’re beautiful, Angel.” He was still breathing fast, too. His gaze followed mine. “My cock hasn’t had its fill of you yet.”

“Did I—I did it right?” My dizziness made it hard to think.

“You were perfect.” He stripped and held out his hand to easily pull me off the floor. “Come here.”

I stepped into his embrace feeling my body light up from his touch.

He tipped my chin up, kissing me tenderly. “I wish every bastard that looked at you saw my cum still sticking to your lips.”

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