Forbidden Cravings
Chapter 52: Pushing me on the Edge (R-18)

Chapter 52: Pushing me on the Edge (R-18)

"Relax, my puppy," Sara said, her voice low and sultry, her dark eyes glaring into mine, seductive and sharp as she pinned me against the washroom door. "We’re just... catching up," she added, smirking slow, popping her bubble gum loud.

Her maroon dress hugged her tight, her black jacket slipping down her arms, her boots nudging my feet apart as she leaned in closer.

I exhaled hard, my breath shaky, confusion twisting in my gut as I stood there, trapped. *Play along,* I thought, my hands flexing against the cold metal door behind me, my heart thudding fast. No way out—not with her like this, her smirk daring me to try something stupid.

"What the hell are you upto—" I started, my voice low, but she cut me off quick.

"Ahh, fuck... don’t look at me like that," she said, her tone flipping fast, needy now, her eyes flickering as she lunged forward. "I’ll lose it..." Her lips crashed into mine, hard and hungry, locking tight, her tongue pushing in without waiting.

The kiss was messy, her gum still in her mouth, her breath hot and sweet from that fancy coffee drink, her hands sliding down my chest fast.

She fumbled with my belt, her fingers yanking at the buckle, the metal clinking loud as she unzipped my pants in one quick pull, letting them drop to my knees.

My shirt rustled, my boots scuffing the tile as I tensed up, her hands everywhere. With one hand, she cupped my cheek—her palm warm, a little sweaty—tilting my face as she kissed me deeper, slower now, her tongue pushed her gum into my mouth.

"Keep it in there," she said, pulling back just enough to smirk, her voice teasing. "I took a new one after coffee—it’s fresh." The gum sat awkward in the corner of my mouth, sticky and unchewed, her taste lingering as she grinned.

I stood there, stunned, my hands hovering useless as she grabbed my shirt and inner t-shirt tugging it up over my shoulders, the fabric bunching around my neck before she yanked it higher, exposing my chest.

She dropped to her knees fast, and licked my abs—slow, wet, her tongue tracing the lines of muscle.

"Ahh... such good muscles you have..." she said, her voice low and sultry, her hands gripping my hips as she licked again.

"Ahm..." I gasped, my hand flying to her hair—soft, tangled—grabbing a fistful on instinct as my head tipped back against the door, the sensation hitting hard. She kept going, her tongue flicking over me like I was some damn dessert.

She slid lower, her lips kissing my bulge—hard already, straining against my underwear—and smooched it slow, her mouth warm through the fabric.

"Puppy’s already hard..." she said, her voice teasing, sultry, as she pressed her lips harder, eating at it like she owned me. Then she bit down light, her teeth grazing over the cock, sending a jolt through me.

"Ahh..." I moaned, the sound slipping out raw, my legs twitching against the door.

Sara’s fingers hooked the hem of my underwear, her nails brushing my skin as she pulled it down fast, the elastic snapping free.

My hard dick sprang out, right in front of her face, the cool air of the cubicle hitting me sharp as she knelt there, her dark eyes glinting up at me. The washroom door pressed cold against my back, my pants bunched around my knees.

"Aaye haaye... I missed this," she said, her voice low and teasing, her hand wrapping around my dick slow, stroking it firm from base to tip. Her maroon dress stretched tight over her chest, her black jacket pooling around her on the floor.

"Oh god..." I muttered, my eyes squeezing shut, my head tipping back against the door with a soft *thud*.

The sensation hit hard—her warm hand, the steady grip—my breath catching as I tried to bear it, my hands useless against the metal behind me.

"Such strong balls you have," she teased, her tone sultry, her finger tracing up and down my length now, slow and deliberate, like she was mapping it out.

"After fucking so many women, your dick is ever ready, huh?" She smirked, her words digging in, her other hand brushing my balls light, sending a shiver up my spine.

"Umm..." I groaned low, the tingling spiking sharp through me, my dick throbbing in her hand, pulsing hard as she kept going.

My chest heaved, my shirt still bunched up around my shoulders, her gum stuck awkward in my mouth from earlier, the taste of her coffee fading as my head spun.

"Hehehe... poor puppy," she said, giggling soft, her breath hot against my dick as she leaned in.

She licked my dick slow—bottom to top, her tongue flat and warm—then pressed a kiss right on the tip, her lips soft and wet.

"Aaph..." she opened her mouth wide, taking the whole thing in like a snake swallowing its prey, her lips closing tight around my hardened cock, her tongue flicking as she sucked.

"Ahhh... fuck!" I moaned loud, the sensation from my dick crashing over me like a current, electric and wild.

My knees buckled a little, my back sliding down the door an inch before I caught myself, my hand flying to her hair—soft, tangled—grabbing a fistful to guide her on my cock.

I couldn’t decide—should I thrust my hips, push deeper, or just let her move? My mind blanked, my breath ragged, her mouth hot and slick around me.

She slid in and out, her tongue swirling fast around the hardness of my dick, her head bobbing steady, the wet sound filling the tiny cubicle.

Her hand grabbed my balls then, massaging them slow, rolling them in her palm as she kept sucking, her other hand gripping my thigh to steady herself.

"Ahh... ahh..." I moaned, my voice breaking, my fingers tightening in her hair, my hips twitching on their own now, chasing the edge.

"Ahh... ahh... I’m gonna cum..." I said, my voice rough, desperate, my dick throbbing harder in her mouth, the heat coiling tight in my gut, ready to spill over.

My eyes cracked open, blurry, catching her dark hair bouncing below me, as gave me a blow job.

"Na... not yet," she said, pulling off sudden, her voice firm as she stood up fast, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Her lips were red, glossy, her smirk creeping back as she straightened her dress, her boots squeaking on the tile.

"Ahh... huh!?" I blinked at her, confusion slamming me hard, my chest heaving as I stared, my dick still out, throbbing in the air, the high cut off cold. "What the hell?" I muttered, my voice shaky, my hand dropping from her hair to brace against the door.

"Patience, puppy," she said, smirking wider, stepping closer again, her hands brushing my chest light as she leaned in, her breath warm on my neck.

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