Justin Bieber imagines

The therapist pt2

I walked into the building, signing softly as I unlocked the door. But instead the door swung open and I someone pulled me in. I gasped and went to scream until I heard that soft voice.

"Hey princess it's just me."

I pulled away and Justin chuckled, "you lowlife creep! What are you doing in here."

"Our session?" He said laughing, I sighed once he told me something from a week ago.

"We'll come back when M hours are open."

He pushed me back on he desk, and stood between them. "I wanna open something else."

I stated at him and he pulled at my skirt, "I won't do it all today... But I'll give you something else. But I want something back."

I pushed his hands away, "we're not gonna have sex."

"Shhh I just want your lips on my shaft baby."

I pushed him back, "you know I can't believe I thought you would do it. Little miss therapist is boring that's why your single... Maybe your bad at It."

I walked up to him and unbuckled his pants, "you know what? Let's see."

He rolled his eyes as I pulled "him" Out.  My eyes widened and Justin chuckled but was cut short after I sucked gently on the tip.

"Harder." He demanded, his voice heavy and dominant.

I took more of him in my mouth and sucked harder, moving my hands to what I couldn't reach.

He groaned and wrapped my hair around his hand, "holy hell Y/N. Faster baby I'm close."

I can't believe my mouth got him this close, I mean he's an addict so he should have stamina.

Right?

Before I could think he came into my mouth, moaning profanities.

"Y/N? Your ten o'clock is here!"

I stood up quickly and Justin fixed himself.

"I'll be out in a moment, thank you!"

Justin smirked and pinned me against my desk, "I'll return the favor."

And once again he disappeared