Chapter Forty-Seven – I enjoy it, as much as him. -1

Alyssa. Wyatt. With desire in his eyes, he gazes down. It is enough to make my thighs throb. I shift my gaze upward to make eye contact with Wyatt.

“My belt,” he demands.

I unfasten his belt, then undo the button and unzip his trousers. “Sir, may I move them?”

“Yes, and my boxers.”

With a single tug, his trousers and boxers slide down to his ankles, exposing his stiff cock right in front of me. I express pleasure and use my tongue to moisten my lips. Pleasing him brings me pleasure. He places his hand on the top of my head and moves it to where he needs it to be.

“Now, suck my cock,” he growls.

I let out a whimper; there’s no need for him to ask again. I lick the base and circle around the top with my tongue. He groans deeply, entangling his fingers in my hair.

“Take me in your mouth, Alyssa.”

He isn’t asking. He is telling. I take him into my mouth, inching him in as far as I can. I moan against him and work his cock in and out of my mouth.

“Fuck, yes, that’s it, kitten, take it.” He pants, rocking his lips, pushing more of his cock into my mouth.

At first, I gag, but I quickly adapt. It isn’t the first time I have had his big, thick length in my mouth. I can handle it. I increase my pace, and he tightens his grip on my hair. With my hands on his hips, I move them to meet the rhythm of my head bobs.

“Fuck, so good,” he groans.

I love the way I can make him feel. It makes me feel good, too. As I hum against him, he shudders and lets out a cry in response to the vibrations. I smirk, although it’s a bit difficult with my mouth full. His eyes are closed, head tilted back, and lips slightly open as I look up. Proud of my work, I give him everything I have. With my hands, I caress and massage his balls.

He growls loudly, not expecting it, I believe. I snicker and proceed with what I was doing. His breath quickens and grows louder. It was only a matter of time before he orgasmed.

“I’m near, kitten. You’ll swallow it all, like a good girl, because you love my taste.”

I express my pleasure by moaning and nodding. I am ready for him. I always am. His cock soon ejects in my mouth, just a couple more moments. When he’s about to explode, he always curses and pants my name.

Soon, I feel his warmth overflowing into my mouth. I gulp and swallow, making sure to consume every last drop, draining completely. The sounds he made with his mouth were making me insane, especially since I was responsible for them.

He comes to his end, and I slowly take him from my mouth. I flick my tongue over his tip, and he hisses. I smirk and pull away. I remain kneeling and look up at him.

“How was that, sir?” I ask and lick my lips.

With a gentle touch, he moves my hair. “Incredible as always.”

I wait for his next command. He signals for me to stand up, and I comply. He firmly holds onto my hip and brings me closer to him. His lips curl up into a smirk.

“You find pleasure in sucking my cock, don’t you, kitten?”

I lick my lips again. “Yes, sir. I enjoy sucking your cock.”

With a growl, he forcefully kisses me. It only lasts a second. “What do you think, kitten? Do you think you have earned an orgasm?”

Chapter Forty-Seven – I enjoy it, as much as him. -2

Thank God because it is the only way between my thighs is going to top. He points to the sofa and tells me to go and sit. I scurry over and take a seat. Wyatt removes his jacket and shirt, strolling towards me, full of confidence. He is so fucking sexy, every inch of him. My eyes scan him, and I groan.

“Remove your dress, lean back, and spread your legs for me.”

I strip out of my dress, toss it aside, and spread my legs. His eyes fell straight to my pussy, and it was his turn to lick his lips. He drops to his knees in front of the sofa.

“This is a nice change.” I snicker.

A chuckle escapes from Wyatt. “Don’t get used to it.”

He spreads my legs wider and lowers his head, moving his lips along the inside of my thighs. He lets out a pleasurable gasp as the heat intensifies on my skin.

“I can smell your arousal.” He rasps and flicks his tongue up my folds.

“Then please fix it for me,” I beg and lift my hips.

He lifts my legs onto his shoulder and places his face between my thighs. He stimulates my clit with his tongue while inserting two fingers forcefully. The pressure makes me squeal. He doesn’t hesitate for even a moment. He expertly uses his tongue on my clit while his fingers plunge into my pussy.

“Oh God, yes,” I cry out, my head falling back, and I grind my hips to his fingers.

As he tastes me, he lets out a groan. The man is a damn God. My climax starts building up quickly; I am so eager for my release. To my disappointment, he abruptly halts and creates space between us. Be better not do this to me again or I swear I will finish myself off and make him watch and worry later about the consequences.

Right before I can yell at him, he orders me to lie on my back. I reposition myself, and he takes his place over me. Our lips collide in a fiery kiss. I snake my legs around him, and he doesn’t say another word; instead, he shoves his cock into me with speed and force.

I let out a loud scream as the unexpected contact catches me off guard. My nails dig into his back.

“Fuck,” he pants and thrusts vigorously into me.

His fingers dig into my thigh as he pushes harder and deeper, soon hitting all the spots. His hand comes around my throat, and he looks me dead in the eye.

“Come. I need to feel you come around my cock, and I know you are ready.”

I’m only capable of whimpering and panting. He’s correct; I’m near. The force of my orgasm sweeps through me, causing my pussy to grip him, squealing his name. My entire body trembles; I entwine my fingers in his hair, tightly around him. I explode around him and feel it in every inch of me.

Wyatt hides his face in my neck and aims for his end. The force of his thrusts makes the sofa shift beneath us.

“Fill me up, Wyatt,” I manage to breathe out.

I hold onto him tightly, and soon he experiences his orgasm, filling me completely. It is enough to make me come for a second time, and we ride through the pleasure together. Once done, he collapses against me. Our heavy breathing is the only sound that fills the room.

“I was in desperate need of it,” I whisper and stroke his hair.

“You and me both, kitten.”

He plants a kiss on my lips and then pulls back, sitting up with my legs resting on his lap.

“We should probably get back to work.” I snicker.

“We will, soon. First, we shower, and I fuck you again, then we can head back.”

“Yes, sir,” I replied.

Another round? Count me in! I can’t resist the opportunity to have mind-blowing sex with him.