"Emmy, you are so good." He held my head still. The thought made me crazed, the image in my mind of how we must look: James in all his urbane sophistication, standing at the desk where he ruled an empire, stroking his big co****k in and out of my greedy mouth.
"Ah, Emmy." His voice was a guttural rasp. His grip tightened in my hair.
I licked him clean, marvelling at how he didn't fully soften even after an explosive orgasm. He was still capable of fucking me senseless and more than willing to, I knew.
But there was no time and I was happy about that. I wanted to do this for him. For us. For me, really, because I needed to know I could indulge in a selfless sexual act without feeling taken advantage of.
"I have to go," I murmured, standing and pressing my lips to his. "I hope the rest of your day is awesome, and your business dinner tonight, too."
