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1) Put Rogers' head on a spike
2) Take over Hell
3) Unbreak Bucky's dick
4) Buy milk

"That what you want?" Rumlow asks, voice a little strained as she teases him with those little touches of her lips. "Gonna swallow it all down?"

He peeks up again, hearing the telltale sound of someone crossing by his door. A pair of them, chatting away. They pause, but it's only to make room for someone else. They continue and Rumlow breathes out, looking back down at Kenzi. His fingers bunch in her hair, pulling slow. He groans just to see her like this and he's torn.

He wants real bad to watch her swallow his cock, throat working to get it all down, not spill a drop like the good girl she's been. But God, the image of her skirt flipped up, panties yanked to the side and just slipping into her, 'cause he knows she's got to be wet for him, the way she's looking. That would definitely catch the attention of his coworkers though. He rumbles.

"How 'bout this," he says, knowing how he can have his cake and eat it too. "You make Daddy come, swallow every drop, and Daddy will give you a present when he gets home from work." Rumlow's lips turn up into a smirk, "Just have to promise to wear this, okay sweetheart?"

Kenzi full on giggles when he lets out that actual sigh of relief when the demon coworkers move on and he can focus his attention back down on her. This is legitimately fun. It's a nice change of pace watching him do the squirming for a change. Mental squirming still counts. It's just nice to have the upper hand for once, you know... despite being on her knees.

The decision he finally comes to is a favourable one. Kenzi is so very okay with this. She shudders, thinking about all kinds of things they could get into later, closing her eyes, lips parted. "Oh I promise." She loses a bit of the act as she pictures him tearing her up. Her tail winds around his ankle and when she opens her eyes again, they're all kinds of glassy and full of want.

She sighs, breath warm against his cock, and half-moans, half-whispers "Yes, Daddy." as she takes him into her mouth again. It's less about the tongue, more about the suction and the speed of her movements as she tries desperately to get him off.

He could try to keep up appearances, sit forward so he looks like he's typing away, but it's too good. Sinking back into his seat, Rumlow's hands settle on the arm rests once more, fingers gripping tight. She's got the talent, the way she's got this rhythm down. It's working, dragging him closer and closer with every suck. His breath hitches, switching between watching -- lips wrapped tight around his shaft, slick and shining with spit -- and shutting his eyes, imagining how good she'll look on her hands and knees, fingers hooked in her panties, pulling them aside.

Fuck..!

The imagined sound of her voice crying 'daddy, daddy!' while he pounds her into the bed? That fucking does it. Rumlow's head falls back against his chair, fingers gripping the armrests tight, making them creak. His cock twitches, and Rumlow moans. A few thick ropes fill her mouth and Rumlow pries a hand off the chair, puts it atop her head to keep her there.

Hips shallowly thrusting forward, he finally stops coming, and his body grows lax. Fingers carding through Kenzi's hair, Rumlow's hand slides down. He tips his face back down, looking at her through hooded eyes.

"You've made Daddy very happy, sweetheart," he purrs. "Such a good girl, coming all the way over here just to suck Daddy's cock, make him feel better."

The trick to not choking when a guy holds your head down? Just keep swallowing. ~~Thanks Dory~~. No, seriously, just keep your tongue down and let that shiz slide down your throat and try not to think about it too much and there will be minimal gagging for all involved. Even when he mildly fucks your face a little. Life hacks!

He could run his fingers through her hair all damn day and he knows it. That little sensation spurs her on to clean him off with her tongue, making sure there's no mess when she tucks his dick back into his underwear.

She scoots forward, pressing further between his thighs and rising up on her knees to smile up at him. She slides her hands up under his shirt because this has been such an incredibly long time for her to go without feeling up his abs, okay? Fucking hardship. Don't deny her. She looks so damn pleased with herself, too.

"I like making you happy, Daddy." And taking away valuable time he could be using to work for this shitty company at the same time. "Your cock tastes so good--" Fuck, she's losing it again. Trying to suppress her laughter, covering her mouth with her arm and pressing her chest against his crotch.

"I'm sorry-- I'm totes getting a leg cramp, Rumlow, holy fuck."

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