Page 42 of Such A Filthy Girl

Of course, I ventured further than our penthouse on occasion with Estella. We spent evenings walkingthrough the park or enjoying some of the cities many eateries. Hell, we’d even spent one glorious week in Hawaii, not that we saw much more than our villa.

For her, I could suffer the outside world, yet I still felt antsy until we were both safely at home in our own bubble. Where we could lock the doors and just be together.

Still, Estella had flourished since she’d joined me in sayingfuck itto life. She’d stopped letting people override her at work, taking her ideas as their own and pressing her to keep sweet. Between her new outspokenness and brave ideas, she’d been promoted, and then poached by a much more prestigious marketing firm. She practically bounced out of the door to work every morning, and came home teeming with news from her day.

My work had remained much the same, but I had to admit the internet connection was far superior in our inner city apartment. I’d initially hoped that Estella would stay home seeing as my earnings could have provided everything she needed, but that wasn’t her. She needed to achieve. To put her sharp mind to use.

I leaned back in my chair, focusing on the dot, excitement building as it approached. A quick trip to the bathroom freshened me up for my girl, splashing her favourite scent and scrubbing my teeth to rid me of any potential coffee breath. No matter how many months we’d lived together, butterflies still invaded me whenever shecame back to me.

Like she chose me again every day.

The whir of the elevator had me waiting back at my desk, pretending like I wasn’t an eager puppy awaiting her return.

Play it cool, Leo. Otherwise she might realise you’re just a tattooed, muscled nerd.

I half expected her to come to the realisation that she was too good for me any day. Then she'd looked at me and the depth of my feelings were reflected right there in her eyes.

‘Afternoon, handsome,’ Estella said a few minutes later, slinking into my office. A treat for the senses. She perched herself on my knee in a cloud of sweet perfume and the fading tinge of hairspray.

‘How did the pitch go?’ I asked. The past few nights had seen her up working late preparing for it. Nervous about it. Yet, I didn’t doubt her for a moment.

‘They’re going to call this evening. My stomach doesn’t know what to do with itself.’

‘You’ll get the contract, Starshine. You’re amazing.’

A light blush covered her cheeks, and I trailed a series of kisses over the warmed freckles.

‘You could distract me,’ she whispered, tracking her manicured nails down over my arms.

‘Mmm,’ I murmured, dropping my mouth to her neck and nipping with my teeth. ‘And what do you crave, my love?’

‘Show me a video.’

My dick thickened immediately. I loved it when she indulged my dirty little habits.

I slid her phone out of the way along my desk, and turned her to face the screen. The stretchy skirt slid easily up over her hips, before I reached around her to pull a video up on the screen. Us in her old apartment, that first night.

Relieving her of her underwear, I pulled her roughly onto my lap, spreading her legs over mine so that I had full access to her delightful little cunt.

‘Look at us,’ I whispered against her neck, my fingers tracing circles up her thighs. ‘You so enjoy taking your brother’s cock, don’t you?’

The forbidden-ness of our relationship had mostly subsided. Dad and Grace had come around, eventually. And no one else in our world had said much to our faces, at least. But still, talking about it had my pretty girl dripping in seconds.

‘Yes.’ Her voice had a coy ring to it, and I couldn’t help but grin against her neck.

‘Tell me,’ I demanded, my fingers growing ever closer to where she wanted me the most. My eyes flicked to the screen, where we lay on the floor, her legs wrapped around my hips as I fill her over and over.

‘I love your cock,’ she murmured, trying to shift her hips.

‘Such a greedy girl, trying to make me touch you. Look at you on that screen, acting like a dirty slut for me. What would people think if I showed them?’

‘That I was your whore.’ Her voice cracked as I circled her clit before dipping lower. There wasn’t an ounce of resistance between her thighs.

‘A wet mess, as usual. Look at us fucking, Estella. Look at the way you moan so prettily for me.’

She trembled against my chest as I sunk my fingers deep inside her. The way she reacted to my touch made me feel like a fucking god.

‘I love the way you make me moan,’ she gasped, arching in my lap in time to the thrusting of my fingers.

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