Page 6 of Pin-up Girl

“I’ll clap a hand over your mouth, and whisper in your ear that good girls only get orgasms if they’re quiet.”

“Okay.” Like that, she spoke more softly.

The anticipation had me half hard, and I relaxed further in my seat, to adjust myself. When my fingers grazed my cock through fabric, the zing raced through me. “I’m going to keep my hand there a bit longer, while I nibble your earlobe and tease your neck. I’m not done whispering filthy things. I ask if you’re enjoying our secret. The feeling of the air on your bare pussy. Knowing that the wrong bend or slip could expose you to anyone. Wondering what my plans are for you. I want to know, as I slip two fingers into your mouth, does it make you wet?”

“I could check.” Aubrey’s response was breathy, and her gasp told me she was doing a hands-on test right now, teasing herself between her legs. “But I think it would be more fun if you found out for yourself.”

Fuck, I’d love to. “So wicked. I pull my fingers from your mouth as I bunch up your skirt with my free hand, and glide along your slick cunt. Fuck, Peach. You’re enjoying this more than I expected.”

“Do I get rewarded for it?” The submission in her tone made my cock strain against my pants.

I didn’t want to free myself yet. With her, I always wanted things to last as long as possible. “Of course. It’s easy to thrust my fingers inside you.”

She gasped—she was doing the same to herself.

“And pump. In and out. Slowly at first, with my other hand on your throat, pinning you to the wall.” I was half inside the fantasy, living it as much as I was reality. In person, I was rarely this kind of aggressor, but with her… The way she devoured my words made the entire fantasy incredible.

She whimpered, and her breathing grew jagged.

“I push harder. Faster. Setting a pace that has you humping my hand and swallowing your own moans. I’d draw this out longer if I could, I’d drop to my knees and hide under your skirt, and lick your pussy until you screamed, if there weren’t voices on the other side of the door.”

The sounds Aubrey made were delicious, filling the room and my head. I didn’t have to ask to know she was pushing herself toward climax.

“It feels so good.” She gasped the words. “Let me come. Please? Make me come?”

I had a hard time saying no when she begged. “I pull out of you and slip up. It’s easy to find your clit, swollen and begging for attention. I bump against it, and you swallow a cry.”

Except in real life, she didn’t hold any noises back.

I slid down my zipper, and my dick sprung free. I wrapped the loosest grip around it, but didn’t move. “I stroke around your clit. Watching your face. Loving the way you slide through each sensation. Devouring your expressions as you climb toward orgasm. As you’re about to come, I crush my mouth to yours, swallowing the sounds you make. Teasing and caressing until you wobble away from my touch, and your body shudders from the release.”

Her cries were musical as she made herself climax. I gripped my shaft tighter.

I listened until the incredible sound tapered, before I spoke again. “Did you like that Peach?”

“Mhm.” That was contentment.

“Good. I grip the back of your neck and push down. You know what I want, and drop to your knees in front of me. I tell you to pull down my zipper, and you do without question.” Now I was stroking myself. My restraint was gone in the fantasy and in real life. “I fist my dick, and you open your mouth eagerly.”

“Yes, please. Let me taste you.”

“I thrust deep, hitting the back of your throat, pushing until your eyes water and the drool runs down your chin.”

“Thank God for waterproof mascara and smudge proof lipstick,” she teased. “Sorry. I forgot I can’t talk when I’m choking on your thick cock.”

The perfect amount of sass. “No, you can’t. But you’re such a gorgeous sight, taking me like a good girl.” My fist wasn’t as good, but it would do. “I fuck your face, harder. Faster. It’s so hard to stay quiet, but I manage to keep it to grunts.” Which I didn’t have to do now. I could let my grunts escape without worry.

Thankfully the office was emptier than the imaginary wedding. “You feel so good, I don’t last long. I come hard, spilling down your throat.” My balls tightened, and I grabbed a wad of tissue from the box on my desk, my entire body tensing as I climaxed.

When I caught my breath, it was time to return to reality. “I help you to your feet, my gorgeous, filthy girl, and make sure we’re both wiped clean.”

“With what?” Aubrey’s laugh was a dozen times lighter than when I’d logged on.

“A magical never-ending supply of wet wipes,” I countered. “Now you want reality?”

“I was hoping the rest of this was close.”

Me too. “I give you a quick kiss as I send you back to the wedding party, knowing that you’re kissing every single arriving family member on the cheek, after swallowing my load.”

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