Page 3 of Shared Spaces

I drink on occasion—but, never like that.

Hearing my phone go off again, I check the notification and see that it’s Gwen.

Why on earth would she would be asking what my favorite color is?

I don’t trust her. She really has no idea how much I despise being caught off guard.

I write out a lengthy text explaining how much I’d prefer she doesn’t go through with whatever she has planned.

Then an even better thought comes to my mind.

I’m going to leave her on read.

She should know what my favorite color is anyway.

Pulling out my laptop, I scroll to the file I need to start working. I have so much to catch up on and all I can seem to think about now is this stupid party.

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I’ve been sitting at this desk for way too long, trying to figure out the last steps to finally putting this app out there. I’ve already ran into a few violation issues, but I managed to provide enough information for them to clear it finally.

Thanks to Gwen, the data entry portion didn’t take as long as I thought it would.

She is absolutely stunning when she cums for me. She hasn’t even used her safe-word once; and I’ve tested her limits quite a few times.

I can only imagine how incredible her soft pussy would feel gripping tightly around my cock.

My god. I just want to see how deep I can go.

Fuck.

Suddenly, I hear the clear sound of the door being drawn open, so before she can see me, I dart off toward my bedroom and lock the door.

I have plans for her and I’m not wasting any time.

“I’m home! Why didn’t you text me back?” I hear her call out as I unzip the suitcase that houses everything.

“Be out in a second!” I holler back, grabbing the one toy she hasn’t tried out for me yet, along with a blindfold and a set of nipple clamps that I tuck into my pocket.

I know—it’s a little excessive, but I have no doubt that my girl can take it.

Fuck. Did I just say “my girl”. Shit.

I head out into the hallway, making my way around the corner, just into her view. Leaning up against the door frame, I motion for her to hang up the phone.

In confusion, she shakes her head no, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Now.” I whisper, my eyes trailing across her breasts that are barely being held back by the low sundress she’s wearing.

“I-I gotta go…call you in…a f-few minutes Mila…”

“Atta girl.” I groan, my cock hardening painfully against my jeans.

I watch as she parts her lips to say something.

“I should at least give you a chance to confess. What do you have planned, Gwen?” I ask.

Her eyes are exceptionally blue when she’s timid.

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