“It’s big, Sir,” she whispered, a little frightened.
“You took on a very big task when you decided to disobey my orders about Montrose. I told you not to see him. And you decided you knew better, so now you’ll do your best to make it up to me.”
Ivy gulped. “What if I—hurt you?”
“Use your lips,” he said. “Keep your teeth away from my cock,” Cullen said. “And use your hands to stroke my shaft while you suck the head.”
She nodded, taking in his instruction as if he was telling her something about her data entry job. Instructions were instructions and Cullen Sharpe was the boss.
Here there and everywhere.
The truth was, she wanted his cock in her mouth, even if she was frightened of its size and nervous that she wasn’t going to prove very good at sucking it.
But her pussy was already wet just from holding it and looking at it up close. More than anything, she wanted him inside of her again. But this would do. This would do just fine, assuming she could handle him without choking.
Ivy brought her lips to the tip of his pulsating cock. She could feel the blood coursing through it, and it was so big and round and stiff. She stroked it like he’d said to do, near the base.
He groaned a little, which she took as a good sign. She bit her lower lip, studying it and then finally, she opened her mouth and licked the tip of his dick.
Again, there was the low groan from the CEO.
She looked up at him momentarily.
“Continue,” he growled.
She licked again, swirling her tongue across the fleshy top of his head, tasting a salty, but pleasant taste as her tongue swiped over it. He was leaking a little, she realized. He was already coming, just from this.
But no, he wasn’t climaxing, she realized. He was just excited, and so he was dripping some cum.
His excitement made her excited.
She felt her nipples stiffen, her pussy started dripping, and she felt her clit being stimulated, just from thinking about Cullen’s wanting her.
She put her lips directly in contact with his cock, as she stroked his shaft, her other hand playing with his balls.
Sucking the tip of his cock, she was getting it wet with her saliva.
“Yes,” he told her. “I want you to take me as far in as you can now. All the way,” he told her. “This is what you get for disobeying. Now you’re going to get your fill of me until you learn to listen.”
Ivy took a breath in through her nose. And then she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and started to allow his huge member to slide into her mouth.
It got further and further, cramming inside her mouth, pushing into her throat.
She felt pressure behind her eyes as his enormous cock went into her mouth and stuffed her full.
“Fuck,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “I should shoot my load down your throat right now for what you did in that restaurant today.”
She bobbed her head obediently, but she was getting claustrophobic from it all. Finally, she gave up, pulling away. A trail of saliva connected from her mouth to his cock as she removed it entirely.
Ivy took a deep breath, gasping for air.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, Sir, but—“
He pointed at his slick cock. “Again,” he said, his lips tightening. “All the way.”
She nodded, stroking him a bit as she readied herself. It was enjoyable to an extent, but he was just so big. She was scared of choking on him, or gagging even.
But Ivy did as she was told, opening her mouth even wider this time, and letting Cullen slide himself into her, and then he was grabbing her by the back of her head and pushing her even closer towards his belly as he drove his hips at her.
His cock seemed to slide all the way into her throat, but she closed her eyes and just allowed it.
As he groaned with pleasure and began rotating his hips, Ivy started to relax a little. She could breathe through her nose, and he wasn’t choking her after all.
Now he was sliding back and forth, fucking her mouth, and she found herself starting to enjoy it.
Not just a little, but a lot.
She began stroking his shaft enthusiastically at the base, while he pumped his hips and fucked her mouth.
His cock was dripping, but then again so was she.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Ivy froze in place, but Cullen grabbed her hair and pulled, alerting her that she hadn’t been given permission to stop.
Her knees were sore and she shifted positions. He pulled her hair again and pumped his hips forward. His cock penetrated deeper into her mouth.
The person knocked again. “Hello? Is someone in there?” an old woman’s voice filtered through the door.
Cullen kept fucking Ivy’s mouth, even more intently now.
The knocking got louder.
“Touch your pussy,” Cullen whispered. “Pull your skirt up and put your fingers in your cunt,” he said, just loud enough for her to hear.