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Perhaps… Before he could think it through, he’d picked the fattest one of the bunch. He
tested the metallic encasing, finding it cold and unforgiving, the thought
enthralling him. Yes, it would do quite nicely.
    He didn’t warn her and maybe he should have,
but he wanted to experience her unrestrained reaction. Grabbing the pen in two
fingers, he brought the rounded end to her clit and pressed it against the
sensitive nub. He watched the red skin darken, heard her soft sigh as he
started playing with her again. He traced her folds until the tip vanished
inside her.
    This time, she squealed as he pushed the pen
inexorably deeper into her.
     
    * * * *
     
    He’d put something inside her! “Drake!”
    “Shh, baby, just relax. It will feel good,
trust me.”
    “But−”
    She realized she’d opened her eyes and was
staring at the ceiling when he cut her off and said, his voice suddenly
harsher, “Get back into position. Remember I know what I’m doing.”
    “Sure. I mean, yes!” Damn it! She admonished
herself inwardly. Of course, he knew what he was doing. Experience,
remember? Stupid!
    Her inner voice drew to a screeching halt
when he started rocking the object inside her. It wasn’t big so it didn’t hurt.
It was a strange sensation though. He fucked her with the cold, metallic thing ,
the thrusts shallow and meant to arouse. When his tongue found her clit again
and he timed his licks with his hand movements, she began seeing stars. Her
walls contracted around the object, desperately needing his cock to replace it.
But he never wavered, never paused. He brought her to the edge, and for a
second there, she thought he’d stop but no, he let her fly. She screamed out
his name. Her hips jerked up, her eyes opening at the sudden rush of
sensations.
    “Very nice,” she heard him say before a
shadow fell over her.
    She looked up to find him smirking down at
her, a giant of a man with thickly corded arms and a massive chest devoid of
hair bar the happy trail that led to… “Oh shit!” Her eyes stuck to his erection,
she didn’t see until too late what he brought to her open lips.
    “Lick it clean,” he told her as if she was
his slave. Or a nice pet.
    Her pen, that was her pen, which he pushed so
unceremoniously into her mouth. Her pen, which was soaked with her juices. Her
pen that he’d used to fuck her with. Christ, who was this guy? She
thought as she winced but curled her tongue around the offending object.
    He watched her do it, his face a blank mask.
When he pulled the pen out and forced her back down on the desk, when he
dragged her body up until her head fell over the side, his eyes were nearly
black and his cock purple. “Now that you’ve practiced on your improvised
dildo…suck it.” It didn’t come as a huge surprise, but she was still forcing
her mouth wide when he pushed his way in. She froze, afraid she’d choke. Afraid
she’d hurt him too if she wasn’t careful. “Yes, baby, that’s it. Suck my cock.
That’s right, suck it, Jessica. I want to feel your mouth, your tongue on me.”
    She was so surprised by his sudden burst of
words, she stopped all movements and rolled her eyes upwards to catch a glimpse
of his face.
     
    * * * *
     
    He hadn’t been able to stop himself. The
sight of her tongue running up and down that pen as if it was a cock had
hardened him beyond belief. She’d sucked on her own juices without any qualms,
and even now she was obeying him as if she’d been born for him. She obviously
wanted this as much as he wanted it. The thought spurred him on, and he drew
back, watching his dick pop out of her mouth with a wet sound. Fuck, she was
hot!
    Her tongue snaked out, catching a drop of
come from his tip, the sight getting to him before the feel of it nearly undid
him. He let out a grunt and pushed his cock into her mouth again. Her throat
worked around his length, her hands coming up to cling to his thighs. She
curled her arms around his legs, her nails digging