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“Do you?” he demands, his tone deeper and for some reason sexier than before.
“Yes, I love you watching me.”
“Um. You’ve got me so hard, sweets. I’m going to approach you now. Open your legs for me. I need to see all of you as I stroke my dick through my pants.”
Instinctively, I push back in my chair, spreading my legs wide like he’s really here with me. I picture him—well, the image I’ve conjured up of him—standing in front of me, biting his lips and reaching out to me.
“I’m in front of you now. Damn, I want to touch you, taste you, smell you.”
“Then do it. Do all those things.”
“I know you’d want that, but not yet, beautiful. I need you to crave my dick.”
“Um… I do, I have since last night.”
He groans, and the line goes quiet for a moment. The only noise to be heard is his heavy panting. Damn, even his sex breath sounds good to me.
“What do you want? Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
“Um… Hard! Nice and hard.”
“Yeah. What else?” He moans in my ear.
“I want to feel your dick in the pit of my stomach, stretching me out with each stroke.”
“I want that, too, beautiful. You don’t even know how bad.”
“I can imagine.”
“I’m going to release my dick now. Play with your pussy for me. I wanna hear how she sounds without that fucking vibrator.”
“I thought you liked the sound of it. It at least seemed like it.”
“Oh, I did, baby. But there’s nothing better than the pleasing cries of a hungry pussy. Is yours hungry?”
“She is.”
“Good. Finger yourself. The way you imagine me fucking you. Picture me knelt in front of you, jerking myself, waiting for you to make yourself come.”
I pump my wrist, working myself into a frenzy. Thinking of how hot it would be if he was here. How turned on I would be to see him jack off to me masturbating at my desk. To know my assistant and coworkers are on the other side of these four walls, clueless of the things he’s asking me to do. Damn, it feels so good to be…nasty and kinky. I don’t even know his name, yet I desire to please him. To make him come just as he asked. I focus on him and what his face must look like in this moment. Does he have hair? What would it be like to run my hands through it, to grip it and pull his face between my thighs?
Moans escape him, letting me know he’s enjoying it also. Ensuring me I’ve succeeded in turning him on and soon getting him off. The thought fuels me, sending a rush of confidence through me, and I want nothing more than to revel in it.
“My pussy is so wet for you.”
“Hmm. I can hear her, sweets. So fucking wet. Pump your fingers harder for me.”
I bite back a moan and speed up my strokes, hitting my G-spot just right. “Uh,” I let out.
“Atta girl. I’m about to cum, baby, let me hear those cries.”
I poke my spot again. “Uh. Oh my…”
“Faster!” He groans.
“Fuck! Yes…uh…uh. I’m—”
“Cumming… Fuck, fuck. Uhhhh,” he blurts out.
