"Open your mouth"

Mr. Cullen moves his hand behind my head and twists my hair around his fist, allowing him to control my movements. I love it. I love the feel of him utterly controlling me. I follow his order without even thinking about it, opening my mouth, ready for him. My brain turns off, and I let only him and instinct direct me as I lower my mouth around his cock.

I slowly take as much of him into my mouth as I can. I hear him groan as he hits the back of my throat. His hold on my hair tightens. It feels so fucken good.

Without thinking about it, I sweep my tongue over the tip, and moan at the taste of him leaking for me.

It's not so much that it tastes good (because let's face it, spunk is spunk), but it's that I'm tasting him, and that it was me that was making him feel this way.

He grunts and says, "You're already better at this then you think Ms. Swan. Now, I want to suck me. Lick me like you would a popsicle on a hot day."

I carefully follow his instruction, sucking him softly with slow up and down movements.

"That's it. Ugh! Good girl."

Eventually I get into a good rhythm. His hand directs me, slow and hard, or fast and desperate. I learn things he likes, adding a hand on the base, attention to the tip, a small graze of teeth.

The sounds coming from him make me so wet that whenever I move I can't help but moan and whimper around him. He likes it. After feeling the vibrations of a particularly long moan (I'm pretty sure I've completely soaked through my panties!) his hips buck up into my mouth. He pants and his grip on my hair tightens. This just makes me moan even more.

"Yeah? You like me fucking your mouth?"

I hum enthusiastically in affirmation. He groans and his hips start moving up to my mouth, pushing him further down my throat.

He's almost careful at first, but after meeting no resistance, he throws his head back and moves with abandon, grunting in time with his thrusts.

I suck harder and graze my teeth against his cock.

"Oh, fuck!" he yells, and pushes me to move faster.

I comply, doing the same with my hand movements, and pass my tongue over him like he likes.

His sounds get louder, and his movements more jerky and desperate.

I chance looking up at him, wanting to see his reactions to me, only to find him staring down at me. His eyes intently watching my mouth move around him.

Had he been looking at me this whole time?

He tears his eyes away from my mouth to look in my eyes, and I feel as though his gaze will pierce right through me.

"The sight you taking my cock inside your hot wet mouth, over and over, is the most amazing thing I've ever seen", his words dissolve into groans and grunts near the end, but I still hear every word.

I suck him with renewed vigor and moan. Instinct is completely driving me now. I feel like I'm made of nothing but hormones and urges.

"Fuck! Oh god!"

Mr. Cullen is just as lost as I am, thrusting, groaning, grunting, and tugging on my hair. I can feel that he's going to fall apart soon.

"I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum, and you're going to swallow it all like a good girl aren't you?"

I moan loudly around him, and with one last "FUCK!" He explodes in my mouth.

He cums in several long streams and I swallow every last drop. Then I slowly bring him down as he pants above me.

"That's right baby, clean me up, don't leave anything behind"

He rubs my head tenderly to ease the pain of all the pulling, but honestly, I enjoyed that probably as much as he did.

He lifted my chin up to look at him, and gave me that crooked smile that would make anyone's knees weak.

"Stand up"

I immediately do. Wincing as I feel how utterly drenched I am.

His fingers make circles around my legs, and slowly move up into my skirt. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling.

He stops when he reaches my upper thigh, and as if reading my earlier thought asks "Did you enjoy that as much as I did Ms. Swan?"

I don't answer. He can feel for himself.

When he doesn't I open my eyes. When I meet his I know. He wants my permission first. Our agreement was on a blowjob, not anything else, he wants to know I want it.

All I can do is slowly nod. That seems to be enough for him and he moves the crotch of my panties aside. His fingers plunge into my wetness, and he moans when he feels just how wet I am.

His thumb moves up to my clit, and I whimper loudly. He chuckles and removes his hands.

Just as I'm about to protest he says "Turn around"

I do, facing his desk. He walks me forward and bends me over it.

Hello! Again, sorry about the cliffhanger, but hey, Shot #3 was a lemon shot (and a tasty one at that) ;)

Thanks for reading, feedback is much appreciated :)