Page 38 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

Ashton

I lick across my bottom lip and fight the sudden throbbing hard-on I have. Fucking Sky with her top off, her hair barely covering her breasts, watching me with that ‘come get me’ dare in her eyes.

She reaches for her bottoms, and I grab my cock as if that will stop it from twitching in my pants. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

Her hand pauses, and her eyes flick back to me. I show her that I’m actively rubbing myself, and she takes an unsteady breath. “That’s not my fault.”

“Oh, yes, it is. Want me to come over there and prove it?”

She walks closer to the window so I can’t see below her hips, adjusts and then holds up her bottoms. I groan. “You’re driving me up the fucking wall, woman.”

“Sounds like you should do something about that, then. Shouldn’t you?”

“Don’t tease me.” My hand slips under my boxers, and I stroke my cock again. “Unless I’m coming over there so you can tease me for real.”

“You wouldn’t know what to do with me,” she argues, playing with a lock of her hair.

I groan, unashamed at how good it feels to touch myself while watching her. She shivers and bites her bottom lip, chewing it a little as if thinking.

“I know exactly what I’d do with you, Sky,” I argue. “I’d lick every inch of you, touch you slowly, softly, and make sure you know exactly how good I can make you feel.”

Her eyes widen, and I swear I can tell she’s blushing from here. “I thought you wanted me to hate you.”

“Nope.” I grip my cock tighter and pant. “I said I like thewayyou hate me. Kissing me and touching me and being sassy.”

She swallows unsteadily.

“Either invite me over or shut your blinds.”

“No.”

“Then you’re going to enjoy a show. Stay on the phone.”

“You … you just assume I want to see your cock?”

“Shut your blinds if you don’t.”

I take a few steps back so I can grab some lube and watch her as I drag my boxers down. Sky takes a step forward, and I smirk as I slowly jerk off for her. I give the head extra attention before thrusting into my fist. Her hand teases low on her belly, and I groan.

“You can touch yourself, too.”

She takes an unsteady breath, then jerks her curtain shut. I chuckle, then moan, picturing her wicked mouth wrapped around my cock. I keep going, letting it build up by thinking about her tongue, the way she kisses me, those sexy bedroom eyes she’s flashed. Fuck, it takes me so little time to come apart. I give a long moan as I fill my hand.

I glance at my phone and see that the call is still going.

And I hear a soft little whimper and panting. Slick, wet sounds, too. I groan, release my cock but smile. “Are you enjoying yourself over there?”

“N-no,” she gasps.

“Then you clearly don’t care that you made me come.”

She doesn’t answer, but I hear another barely softened gasp.

“And you don’t want to come too? Don’t you want my fingers buried deep inside you as I kiss you? Don’t you want me to show you why everyone gets excited about sex?”

She lets out a long, loud moan, then muffles herself. I smirk. “Now that we have that out of the way … what did you do today?”

She swallows. “I … I need to clean up.”

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