Getting me ready

I looked at Jessa, still watching Angela’s mouth work between her thighs, and gave a slow, lazy smile.

“Why would I tell her,” I said, “when I already have you? You already know exactly what I want… and exactly how I want it.”

Jessa’s eyes lit up. A flush of pure, delighted heat spread across her cheeks. The words hit her harder than any order. She was ecstatic.

Without hesitation she shoved Angela away by the hair. The former executive stumbled back onto the carpet with a startled gasp, lips shiny, eyes wide. Jessa didn’t even glance at her.

I stood up from the edge of the bed. Jessa stepped in close, standing right in front of me. Her shiny metallic blue pants were still half-pushed down, garters tight against her thighs, breasts bare and heavy. She wrapped one hand around my cock — still slick from Angela’s tits — and leaned in.

A long string of spit fell from her tongue onto the thick head. Then she spat again, more deliberately, and used both hands to spread it, stroking me from base to tip until every inch of my fat cock glistened.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she whispered, voice thick with need as she stood pressed against me, working my cock with both hands. “About how deep you go… how full you make me.”

She guided me back toward the bed and pushed me down to sit, then climbed onto my lap, swinging one leg over and straddling me. With one hand she reached down, spread herself open, and guided the broad head of my cock to her entrance. She was already soaked. The moment the tip pushed against her, she bit her lip and sank down.

Slowly.

Inch after thick inch stretched her open. Her mouth fell open in a silent moan as she took me deeper, the tight heat of her pussy swallowing my cock until she was fully seated, her ass resting against my thighs. She stayed there for a moment, trembling, adjusting to the size, then began to move.

Jessa rode me with long, deliberate rolls of her hips at first — lifting until only the head remained inside her, then sinking back down with a wet, filthy sound. Her heavy tits swayed with every movement. The shiny blue fabric of her pants framed the place where we were joined, the garters pulling tight against her thighs each time she rose and fell.

I gripped her hips and thrust up to meet her, burying myself even deeper. Jessa cried out, a sharp, broken sound of pure pleasure. Her hands braced on my chest as she started bouncing harder, faster, the wet slap of her pussy taking my cock filling the office. Every downward stroke forced a moan out of her. Every upward pull left my shaft shiny with her juices.

“Fuck—yes—” she gasped, head tipping back. “So deep… you’re so fucking deep—”

I sat up, wrapped an arm around her waist, and flipped her onto her back without pulling out. Her legs hooked over my arms as I drove into her in long, powerful strokes, the full length of my cock splitting her open on every thrust. The bed creaked beneath us. Jessa’s moans turned louder, higher, her nails digging into my shoulders. Her tits bounced hard with the force of my hips. The gold chain around her neck shifted against her skin.

I fucked her like that until her thighs started to shake, then pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her hips up. The shiny blue pants were still tangled around her thighs. I shoved them lower, spread her ass, and slammed back into her pussy from behind. Jessa’s face pressed into the mattress, a long, muffled moan vibrating against the sheets as I pounded her in deep, relentless strokes. The wet, filthy sound of my cock driving into her filled the room. Her heavy tits dragged across the white bed with every thrust.

I reached under her, found her clit, and rubbed in tight circles while I fucked her. Jessa’s whole body jolted. Her moans turned into broken cries. Her pussy clenched hard around me, pulsing, dripping, as an orgasm ripped through her. She came with a loud, helpless sob, walls fluttering wildly around my cock, but I didn’t stop. I kept thrusting through it, dragging the climax out until her legs gave out and she collapsed fully onto the bed, still twitching.

I pulled out only long enough to turn her onto her back again. Her eyes were glassy, lips parted, chest heaving. I pushed her knees up toward her shoulders and sank back into her in one long stroke. Jessa’s mouth opened in a silent scream of overstimulated pleasure. I fucked her deep and steady, watching every inch of my fat cock disappear inside her, watching her tits bounce, watching the way her face twisted with every thrust.

“You’re mine,” I growled against her ear.

“Yes—” she gasped, voice wrecked. “Yours—always—”

I kept going, long and hard and deep, until her second orgasm hit even harder than the first. Her pussy locked down around me in powerful, rhythmic pulses, soaking my cock and the sheets beneath us. The tight, wet heat milking me was too much. I buried myself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick ropes of cum, grinding against her as I emptied everything I had inside her.

We stayed locked together for several long seconds, both breathing hard. My cock still twitched inside her, pulsing out the last drops. Jessa’s legs trembled around my waist, her arms loosely wrapped around my shoulders, completely spent and marked.

On the floor beside the bed, Angela still knelt in silence, watching, face flushed, lips parted, the evidence of her earlier service still drying on her tits and chin.