My cock was already painfully hard, and I was tempted to just take it out and slip into her. But I wanted to wait. I wanted to drag this out as long as possible.

“Get it over with. I’m getting bor⁠—”

She let out a yelp as I slapped her clit. As a warning, she pushed the letter opener to my neck, and this time there was a small prick of pain associated with the movement.

Finally.

I ran two fingers down her cunt, pausing at her clit before playing with her entrance. I scooped up the wetness there, forcing my fingers into her mouth.

“Taste yourself, baby, and try to tell me again that you don't want this,” I ordered.

Addison Mercer was an overachiever. She didn’t just suck the wetness off my fingers; she fucking licked them clean. The slurping sounds were sinful. The way her tongue weaved between my fingers even more so.

I need her mouth.

I hooked my fingers on her mouth and forced it open. She stuck her tongue out for me, giving me an exact view of what it would be like if I stuck my cock down her throat.

“Do you want my cock, Addi?”

I took my fingers out so she could speak.

“I want nothing from you,” she spat.

“Fine,” I hissed and slapped the letter opener from her hand. “You want me to be mean?”

“Mean?” she asked with a bitter laugh. “You’re a fucking monster.”

I pushed the chair back further behind me and pulled her off the desk, shoving her to her knees. Her hands gripped my pants, her eyes looking up at me with a fire that only propelled me further.

I tangled one hand in her hair, allowing the other to pull my throbbing cock out as she watched.

I placed the head of my cock on her lower lip and sucked in a sharp breath when she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, flicking it once. Twice.

“So compliant, Addi,” I mused and teased her mouth with my cock. It was warm and wet, and she was all too eager to take me. “What happened to the brat?”

I pushed into her wet, warm mouth with a grunt, and she closed her lips around my cock, hollowing her cheeks and sucking me down like it was her one and only job in this world.

One she excelled at.

Her tongue played with the underside of my cock, taking advantage of how I froze. It took everything I had not to come right on the spot.

“How long have you been wanting to suck my cock, babygirl?” I asked, my voice thick with need. The modified nickname slipped out without me even realizing it, but it felt so right.

So did her mouth on me. It was a wonder how something so wrong could feel so right.