She sucks his Dick

The gold-trimmed wallpaper of the guest room seemed to shrink, pressing in on Nicole as she sat there naked. Her slender frame trembled, the cool air of the mansion biting at her skin. Mr. Jefferson stood before her, his bald head gleaming under the recessed lighting, eyes cold and hungry. He looked less like a boss and more like a predator who had finally cornered his prey.

"On your knees, Nicole," Jefferson commanded. His voice lacked any warmth, a flat directive that left no room for negotiation.

Nicole sank slowly, the plush cream carpet cushioning her knees. She looked up at him, her brunette hair spilling over her shoulders.

"Please, sir..." she whispered, her voice cracking.

"Don't make me remind you what is in those files," he countered, a thin, cruel smile touching his lips. "Open wide."

She obeyed, parting her lips as he stepped closer. The scent of expensive sandalwood and musk clung to him, overwhelming her senses. He reached down.

"Take it," he ordered. "All of it."

Nicole leaned forward, her tongue darting out to taste the salt and musk of him. She wrapped her lips around the broad head, the heat of him filling her mouth instantly. As she slid backward, the girth stretched her cheeks, and a wet, squelching sound filled the silence of the room. She focused on the rhythm, swirling her tongue around the sensitive rim of his glans, sucking hard to create a vacuum that drew a low groan from his throat.

"You're so... thick," she mumbled against his skin, her voice muffled.

"Keep going," Jefferson grunted, his hands gripping her shoulders, digging into her soft flesh. "Don't stop until I tell you."

She increased the pace, her throat working to accommodate the length of him. The sound of shlicking echoed as her saliva lubricated the friction, creating a messy, wet slide.

She felt the tension in his thighs, the way his hips began to thrust forward instinctively. Just as he reached a peak, the muscles of his abdomen tightening, Jefferson gripped her hair and pulled her away abruptly.

He breathed heavily, his cock still rigid and weeping, but he refused to let her finish the job.

"Not yet," he panted, looking down at her flushed face. "I'm not done with you."