Free Flashes of Me by Cynthia Sax

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    I peel off my gloves, place them in his scarred hand, and curve my palms around his cock, stroking him with both hands. “This is much better.” I smile up at him, relishing this intimate task. He’s at his most vulnerable, unclothed and unprotected, his cock resembling the softest silk over the hardest steel, and he’s trusting me not to harm him, expecting me to please him, to bring him to the point of release and beyond.
    I grasp his hips with my fingers and flick my tongue over his cock head, tasting him, and he shudders. I like his taste, his flavor consisting of salt and musk and something else I can’t describe. I lick him, lave his tip, poke my tongue into his slit.
    “Yes, kitten.” My gloves fall soundlessly to the floor and Henley threads his fingers through my curls. “Suck me with your pretty pink mouth.”
    I part my lips and he pushes into my mouth. I swirl my tongue over his rim and his grip on my hair intensifies, his hands twisting in my curls. I take more and more and more of him, gliding my lips over his shaft, until his cock head taps the back of my throat.
    I can’t fit in all of him and I gaze up at him, disappointed, my mouth full of his thick cock. “You’re beautiful,” Henley assures me, his eyes glowing. A trickle of perspiration drips down one of his tanned cheeks.
    I cover his remaining shaft with my fingers. He guides me up and down his cock, rocking into my mouth, his balls swinging against my chin. I learn his rhythm, grow more confident with my abilities, find my own power.
    Outside his office, Henley’s employees are working, monitoring entryways, resetting passwords, answering calls. They don’t know their boss, the executive they fear and respect, is fucking my mouth in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, in front of the cameras, our images reflected on the screens.
    Henley drives into me with an intimidating force. Only my fingers prevent him from thrusting too deep, from savaging my throat. He doesn’t allow me the option of retreating, holding me to him. All I can do is surge forward, meeting him halfway.
    Henley’s grunts echo in the room. I moan, the sound muffled by his shaft. Skin smacks against skin. He twists my hair around his fingers and pulls. Pinpricks of pain shoot across my scalp, escalating my desire.
    My restrained, responsible man has lost his renowned control and I love it. I clutch his ass cheeks, digging my fingernails into his firm flesh, marking him, claiming him. He’s mine, all mine.
    “Yes.” Henley moves faster, pistoning his hips back and forth. “Yes.” I increase my suction, my cheeks aching and my lips humming. “Please, kitten.” He’s asking me for something. I don’t know what.
    I gaze up at him, seeking his guidance, and my teeth skim along his shaft.
    “Yes,” he bellows, lunging forward. Hot jets of cum shoot down my battered throat. I swallow and suck, draining every ounce from him, accepting everything he gives me.
    “Kitten.” Henley pumps his hips once, twice more, shudders and collapses, plummeting toward the floor. His knees thud against the carpet and he falls forward, toppling me over, flattening me.
    I grit my teeth, swallowing my squeak of surprise, and wrap my arms around his big form, holding him as he shakes. “It’s okay,” I murmur. “I’m here. I have you.” I rub his suit-covered back with my fingers and cradle his hips between my legs, seeking to comfort my behemoth. My chest fills with pride. I did this. I brought my big man to his knees. Henley shifts his weight over me and I smile against his shoulder.

 
    Chapter Six
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    M OMENTS PASS . H ENLEY’S breathing levels and his shoulders lower. A small smile of satisfaction curls his lips, making him appear younger, almost boyish.
    “Thank you, kitten.” He presses a kiss to my forehead and stands, pulling me upright with him, the air cool on my bare skin. “We should get dressed. You’ll be late for work.” He tugs his pants upward,