At the office, Sarah joked with him about being her “desk buddy”, after the first time he happily slid under her while she worked, and devoured her drooling sex, sending it into a series of lingering, seat-soaking orgasms.
Along the way, he intently kept her on the edge, whenever others walked in to talk to her. He loved the shivering strain in her voice as he did, as well as the wickedness of this cloaked cunt tease in the trappings of her very proper office.
Then again, so did she.
Here he was now, in her house the next morning after their first hot night of full-on sex together. He wandered out to find her in the midst of writing a dirty story post for her secret blog, a schoolgirl skirt covering her panty-free, finger-dipped pussy.
“Sorry”, she said, “I promised to get this up today. Let me finish, and I’m all yours again.”
He read the beginning of her lewd tale over her shoulder, and purred at the filth before him, He’d only just begun to discover Sarah’s darker corners.
He slid under the writing table and pushed her already open thighs wider apart. He smiled at the wet mess that she already was.
He gave that luscious mess a few long, deepening licks, and in an instant, she stopped typing and pulled him in with a shuddered “ohhhgawdyesssss”.
He pulled back and said, “No no noooo, you have to keep writing. This is for inspiration.”
“I can’t fucking think when you do that, darling boy.”
“You do when you have to. You did that brilliantly at the office.” He had her cornered there.
He was at her again with a yo-yo-tease, fierce then feathering and back again, until she could barely breathe, much less think.
She dropped one hand to his mane and yanked him in hard again, grinding her clit against his morning scruff, in the hopes that she could force a quick release. That rough near-painful tickle sent her right to the moon every time.
“Fuck me and I’ll write anything you want”, she pleaded.
He pulled back once more, swatted her clit a few times, leaving it stinging and pleading.
“You finish your dirty story first”, he said with a snaking grin, “No orgasms and no penetration until you do. And you’ll read it aloud to me while I keep you teetering, or no rewards for the rest of the day.”
“Oh, geezus” she said with near uncontrollable desperation in her exhale. He was serious.
“Here’s some incentive for you, Sarah. The filthier the story, the rougher the sex.”
Sarah gasped. She had no idea that he knew how much she longed for that kind of brutal rutting. They hadn’t quite gotten there last night. Had he been on her blog, and she never knew?
Her entire body would be shaking by the time she finished writing. Now if she could just keep her voice together for the recitation, he would pound her into howling, wet, puddled pulp.