Page 25 of Taste of Addiction

The Boyfriend: My palm misses the feel of your ass cheeks warming under the smack of my hand.

The Boyfriend: You deserve to be tanned for pulling a stunt like this—while I’m at work!

I bite my lip into the webcam and type out a response.

Angie: No one is stopping you from jacking off under your conference table. Just keep it classy and discreet.

The look he gives me in the camera makes me burst into a fit of giggles.

The Boyfriend: It’s a glass table dammit.

Angie: Hahaha. Maybe no one will notice.

I know this is all going to backfire on me someday. But until then, I am going to enjoy every second of this torture I am putting him through. I will call it compensation for all of the crap he has made me endure over the past few days.

I put the iPad between my legs and bend my knees up toward the ceiling. I pull over the side of my panties and go to work at pleasuring myself. I arch my back and make sure my face conveys how good it feels to have him watch me—while also commanding a room full of employees. It is like I am his dirty little secret.

The deprivation of not being able to be physical with Graham, coupled with the fear of someone getting up from their chair and witnessing me in my state of undress, makes me wild with sexual prowess. For the first time in forever, I am able to get there—on my own. I pull a pillow over my head and moan into the fabric case. After I settle down, I sit up and look straight into the eyes of Graham—who is rubbing himself. He looks huge on the screen, and I know that the size dimensions transfer into real life too.

“Holy shit.”

“Holy shit is right,” he growls.

“Are you alone?” I no longer hear the other people talking in the background.

“Meeting adjourned.”

I smile a cheesy smile as I watch him kick his feet up onto the conference table. His erection springs to its full glory. “Amen for frosted windows,” I say with a smirk.

“And for webcams,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows. “Take off your bra.”

I do as I am told. I pinch my nipples that harden under my touch. “Hmm, spread your legs more so I can see you better,” I direct.

“Is this good, sweetheart?”

“Uh-huh. Wish I was there to climb on top of you and slide the whole way down. Just like a flagpole.”

“Soon. And when I do finally get my hands on you, I’m going to teach you a lesson for seducing me.”

“Promise?”

Graham’s eyes darken at my forwardness. I am not usually so brazen. But that is what he does to me—makes me lose all my inhibitions. I lean back in the bed and easily play with my pussy and breasts at the same time—all while watching Graham pull his length. I bite my bottom lip and think about all the naughty things I want him to do to me.

My breath picks up over my own growing desire. I am shocked that my body is still climbing. Higher and higher. I moan and clench my thighs shut as another orgasm overtakes me, just as Graham reaches his. He fists a wad of tissues and explodes into them, throwing his head back as he growls out his release.

“What the hell do you do to me?”

“Exactly what you do to me.”

“You make me wild, Angie.”

“Feeling’s mutual, Graham.”

We sit in silence for several minutes, basking in the afterglow of our video sex. My breathing comes back to normal and the sweat on my face evaporates, leaving me a bit chilly.

“Show me your pussy, baby. Show me how it creams for me.”

I point the webcam down to show proof of my two releases.

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