Lack of Class and Stamina

Despite being a bit rough around the edges, sometimes bossy, boasting about being classy and with a desire for hostile takeovers, Pentious was always gentle with you. Even if your did interrupt his work.

"You ready my sweet?" Pentious licks your collarbones with his tongue. His wide hips push your thighs apart, you can feel one of his his dicks rubbing against your stomach.

You can't believe you're about to fuck in his office. On his desk.

"You know I am Pent." Your hand reached down to stroke his cock, slow and firm. He lets out a hiss of pleasure. It never takes him long to cum so he stops you before he spills in your hand.

Pentious takes deep breaths, leaning over you with his hands on the sides of your head.

"We really have to work on your stamina." Its a joke. He knows you don't mean anything bad by it.

"Yes well, you always seem to enjoy yourself regardless." His breathing finally returns to normal. He lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly until he's all the way in, "Damn."

With one hand you bring him into a slow, passionate his while the other one goes to work on his other cock. He thrusts in accordance with your strokes', following your lead.

"Feels good yeah?" You tease, his eyes closed and face showing how much he's enjoying himself. Your strokes grow bolder, faster, rougher. Pentious takes the hint to move his hips in the same pace.

"That's good. Keep it up." He throws head back, moaning and hissing.

Your hand slows back to its original pace, Pentious groaning but obliging with your desires.

"You're torturing me love." Pentious fucks you slow and deep, pleasurable sighs leaving your lips with each movement of his hips. He bents down to kiss you, and like the fucking, its slow, gentle and passionate. If Pentious had it his way it would be much quicker, but he loves it when you take control. It allows him to let go for once.

"I told you. I'm gonna help you build up your stamina." Your thumb brushes over the tip of his dick, smearing pre-cum over it. Pentious narrows his eyes, gritting his teeth.

"Enough already." He bares his teeth at you, his pace quickening, but so does your hand.

"That's it. Fuck me just like that." Pentious nods his head, not trusting him self to speak right now, "Isn't this nice? You fucking me like this? You having a good time babe?" He nods again. You swipe your thumb over the tip of his dick again. You repeat the motion a few more times until you feel him tense, his body quivering as he spills inside of you, triggering your orgasm as well.

"Fuck, fuck! You feel... oh so good." Its rare for him to curse while you're having sex so he must be really enjoying himself. When he's done cumming he gently pulls out, both his dicks still leaking cum.

"Just let me... let me catch my breath and I'll clean up." He pants as he collapses on top of you. "This was... this nice. I liked it. Did you?"

You chuckle and kiss the top of his head, "Couldn't you tell?"

"I could. Just wanted to confirm."

You stroke his hair gently, "You know, having sex is fun and all but I like being with you like this."

He hums in agreement, "Let me clean up. Then we can cuddle." You grin at him as he lifts himself up and slithers to grab some cloth. When he's done he offers you the same. You hiss a bit as you clean yourself up, earning a grin from Pentious. When you're done you toss the cloth away. Pentious takes you hand and follows you to the couch where you both collapse to take a short nap and cuddle.