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Story: Art of Convenience
It's not his words that surprise me. This is something I’ve known about myself for most of my adult life. It’s that he's paid enough attention to know this too, that gets to me. I’ve been running around with a cloudy haze over my thoughts, and as if the skies have parted I’ve never seen anything more clearly than I do right now. I’m the best, most bold version of myself when I’m with Miles. And it’s never been more evident than right now. My hips sink down to one side as I reach across and slowly stroke my hand up his massive thigh.
“Is this what you want?” His voice is like gravel.
I nod my head and lower my lips to his jaw, pressing lightly over his stubble. My fingers drag slowly up his length where he's already straining against his zipper. One of my fingers runs over the button of his pants before his hand covers mine to stop me. When I pull back to look at him, his jaw is clenched tight and his dark eyes penetrate me.
“On your knees, Camila.”
Something in my chest flips at his words. But I’ve never wanted to please anyone as badly as I want to please Miles right now, so I slide out of my seat and nestle myself between his legs on the floor of the car.
At a painfully slow pace, I unzip him. His substantial bulge is straining to get free of his briefs. When I finally pull them down I’m met with his throbbing cock that is already dripping with his arousal. My mouth waters at the sight of him. I lower my mouth, desperate to lick that salty bead at his tip, but Miles grips my jaw between his thumb and index finger. The rest of his fingers splay down my neck. With a shocked breath, I look into his eyes which are now borderline black and his hand squeezes just a little tighter. “Beg.”
If he wasn't holding my jaw right now, I swear it would drop and hit the floor.Beg?I’ve never begged for anything in my life. Let alone anything from a man.
“I want to know that you want this, Camila. Beg for my cock and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
I’ve never experienced a sexual desire for anyone the way I have with Miles. Of course, I want this with him. I want this, and I could want so much more with him. My eyes narrow on him. “I think you want my mouth on you more than anything else you want.”
“Do I want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours? Yes. But if you think I wantanythingmore than I want you to admit you want this, then you haven't been paying attention.”
“And if I refuse?”
He lets go of my jaw and grabs the base of his cock, giving it long strokes. My mouth is salivating and my underwear is soaked.
“Then I’ll bend you over that seat, take care of myself, and blow my load on your back. It wouldn't be my first choice but I’ve done it before.”
He’s serious. And the memory of the last time he did that has me rubbing my thighs together. But I want more now.
His strokes are slow but his tip is full of precum now. “What's it going to be, Camila? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve used my fist pretending it was your mouth.”
His confession lights something inside me. I want Miles. Even if he’s using this as some kind of fucked up teaching moment. I want him and I won't be scared to admit it. I grip his wrist where he's still wrapped around himself, “Please. I want you, I want this.” My eyes narrow. “I’m begging.”
“That's my girl.”
My nipples somehow turn even harder at his words. There's something about knowing that this man, who doesn't care about anything outside of his office, could potentially care about me. It could very well be my undoing.
I lower my mouth over him. My tongue glides along the underside of his length, he’s warm and veiny. My tongue swirls around his tip and the hiss that escapes him makes me sweat. His rough hands gather all the hair that was covering my face like a curtain and he pulls it back, giving himself an unobstructed view. I should feel embarrassed but the way his hips are inching forward, silently begging for more, and the moans he's trying to suppress have me feeling empowered. My fingers gently roll his balls while my other hand works in tandem with my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts, digging both of his hands into my scalp. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking this sweet mouth for weeks.” His hips jolt forward and he hits the back of my throat causing my eyes towater.
I’m working him at a sloppy pace now. Every time I pull my mouth back, his length shines with a mixture of pre-cum and my saliva. The flat carpeted floor of the car bites my knees as my thighs rub together trying to get any friction to my throbbing clit. It's painful how turned on I am right now. As if he can sense it Miles gives my hair a tug, causing goosebumps to flare over my skin and my eyes snap to him.
“Touch yourself.”
My pace on him doesn't let up as I drag one hand to reach between my legs. My palm grazes against my swollen clit and the touch sends an embarrassingly loud moan through me.
“That's it, Camila. Put a finger in.”
Oh God. How am I already so close? I can feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, so I know he must be close too.
“Add another,” he says through clenched teeth.
I do as he says. Pumping my fingers inside myself while I rub the heel of my hand against my most sensitive spot. Thank god the back of his car is soundproof because the noises we’re making are completely obscene.
“Sucking my cock turns you on?”
My eyes roll back and something between a cry and moan is my only response.
“Jesus, Camila. You feel so good.” His hips thrust harder now as he holds on to my hair like reins. “Watching you finger fuck yourself while you choke on my cock…” I squeeze my eyes shut as the pressure builds. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“Is this what you want?” His voice is like gravel.
I nod my head and lower my lips to his jaw, pressing lightly over his stubble. My fingers drag slowly up his length where he's already straining against his zipper. One of my fingers runs over the button of his pants before his hand covers mine to stop me. When I pull back to look at him, his jaw is clenched tight and his dark eyes penetrate me.
“On your knees, Camila.”
Something in my chest flips at his words. But I’ve never wanted to please anyone as badly as I want to please Miles right now, so I slide out of my seat and nestle myself between his legs on the floor of the car.
At a painfully slow pace, I unzip him. His substantial bulge is straining to get free of his briefs. When I finally pull them down I’m met with his throbbing cock that is already dripping with his arousal. My mouth waters at the sight of him. I lower my mouth, desperate to lick that salty bead at his tip, but Miles grips my jaw between his thumb and index finger. The rest of his fingers splay down my neck. With a shocked breath, I look into his eyes which are now borderline black and his hand squeezes just a little tighter. “Beg.”
If he wasn't holding my jaw right now, I swear it would drop and hit the floor.Beg?I’ve never begged for anything in my life. Let alone anything from a man.
“I want to know that you want this, Camila. Beg for my cock and maybe I’ll give it to you.”
I’ve never experienced a sexual desire for anyone the way I have with Miles. Of course, I want this with him. I want this, and I could want so much more with him. My eyes narrow on him. “I think you want my mouth on you more than anything else you want.”
“Do I want to fuck that sweet mouth of yours? Yes. But if you think I wantanythingmore than I want you to admit you want this, then you haven't been paying attention.”
“And if I refuse?”
He lets go of my jaw and grabs the base of his cock, giving it long strokes. My mouth is salivating and my underwear is soaked.
“Then I’ll bend you over that seat, take care of myself, and blow my load on your back. It wouldn't be my first choice but I’ve done it before.”
He’s serious. And the memory of the last time he did that has me rubbing my thighs together. But I want more now.
His strokes are slow but his tip is full of precum now. “What's it going to be, Camila? It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve used my fist pretending it was your mouth.”
His confession lights something inside me. I want Miles. Even if he’s using this as some kind of fucked up teaching moment. I want him and I won't be scared to admit it. I grip his wrist where he's still wrapped around himself, “Please. I want you, I want this.” My eyes narrow. “I’m begging.”
“That's my girl.”
My nipples somehow turn even harder at his words. There's something about knowing that this man, who doesn't care about anything outside of his office, could potentially care about me. It could very well be my undoing.
I lower my mouth over him. My tongue glides along the underside of his length, he’s warm and veiny. My tongue swirls around his tip and the hiss that escapes him makes me sweat. His rough hands gather all the hair that was covering my face like a curtain and he pulls it back, giving himself an unobstructed view. I should feel embarrassed but the way his hips are inching forward, silently begging for more, and the moans he's trying to suppress have me feeling empowered. My fingers gently roll his balls while my other hand works in tandem with my mouth.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts, digging both of his hands into my scalp. “I’ve been dreaming of fucking this sweet mouth for weeks.” His hips jolt forward and he hits the back of my throat causing my eyes towater.
I’m working him at a sloppy pace now. Every time I pull my mouth back, his length shines with a mixture of pre-cum and my saliva. The flat carpeted floor of the car bites my knees as my thighs rub together trying to get any friction to my throbbing clit. It's painful how turned on I am right now. As if he can sense it Miles gives my hair a tug, causing goosebumps to flare over my skin and my eyes snap to him.
“Touch yourself.”
My pace on him doesn't let up as I drag one hand to reach between my legs. My palm grazes against my swollen clit and the touch sends an embarrassingly loud moan through me.
“That's it, Camila. Put a finger in.”
Oh God. How am I already so close? I can feel his cock pulsing in my mouth, so I know he must be close too.
“Add another,” he says through clenched teeth.
I do as he says. Pumping my fingers inside myself while I rub the heel of my hand against my most sensitive spot. Thank god the back of his car is soundproof because the noises we’re making are completely obscene.
“Sucking my cock turns you on?”
My eyes roll back and something between a cry and moan is my only response.
“Jesus, Camila. You feel so good.” His hips thrust harder now as he holds on to my hair like reins. “Watching you finger fuck yourself while you choke on my cock…” I squeeze my eyes shut as the pressure builds. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
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