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“you can’t just— hnngh-“ bill grits through closed teeth, eyebrows furrowed and breath rate suddenly skyrocketing.
below his desk sat you, little, innocent you who came into the room under the guise of bringing him some cookies, which quickly devolved into his dick in your mouth.
you giggle around him, the vibrations earning a loud grunt from him. without care, he bucks his hips up into your mouth, rough and incessant. his cock hits the back of your throat, earning tears that prick at the corners of your eyes.
white knuckled and slack jawed, he tries his best to focus on the game he was playing, but to no avail. he throws his head down onto his desk, a long, drawn out groan ripping from the back of his throat.
“such a- such a fucking bitch,” he rambles under his breath, his chest heaving unevenly.
you suck him off faster, your hands coming up to grip the bottom of his chair for better balance.
a sleuth of curses and grunts fall from his lips, seemingly uncaring of how loud he was being.
you start to hear small whimpers come from the back of his throat, a telltale sigh he was getting close.
you speed up, your tongue moving along his dick in a way that made his head spin. you move your hand to his thigh, kneading the flesh there.
he full on moans, and without warning, he comes in your mouth. quickly, his hand jolts down, pressing your mouth balls deep against his dick to make sure you swallow it all.
you choke a little bit, squirming underneath his touch. you quickly swallow all of his cum and pull off of his dick with a loud ‘pop’.
you scoot out from the bottom of his desk, now on your knees next to his chair. he lifts his head from the desk and shoots an annoyed glare at you.
“fu-fucking piece of shit,” he snarls, moving his hand down to tug at the roots of your hair. you giggle, looking up at him with adoration.
knowing him, this definitely wouldn’t be the end of the night.