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Her eyes sparkle, her teeth sinking into her plump bottom lip.
“But that’d be too easy. That’d be giving you exactly what you want, wouldn’t it?” I trace my finger along her jaw and ever slowly down the side of her neck. Her pulse pounds with excitement. “I bet if I slid my hand between your thighs, I’d find your panties drenched right now, wouldn’t I? All pent-up from having your pussy played with …”
“Why don’t you stop talking about it and see for yourself? Judging by the erection you’re sporting, I’d say that you seem just as excited … maybe even more.” Her eyes flash to my cock, and she wets her lips.
I trail my fingers down her shoulder and then to the back of her neck, where I grab a fistful of her long hair and wrap it around my wrist. I hold her gaze, and she lets out the sexiest whimper, but she doesn’t break eye contact. My little brat likes being dominated, and fuck if it doesn’t make my cock that much harder. She gets off on pushing me, but what she doesn’t know is, that’s one of my biggest kinks as well.
“That might very well be true, but unlike you and your impulsive behavior, I’m more calculated with my decisions. Which is why I’m telling you good night.”
Her eyebrows furrow, and she opens her mouth to protest, but I hold up my hand.
“We’ve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow, so get some rest. And don’t you fucking dare eventhinkabout touching your pussy after I leave this room.”
“What are you going to do about it if I do?” she bites back.
I tighten my grip on her hair as I stare down at her eager lips. “You don’t want to know, trust me.”
I take a step backward, feeling stronger as I put more space between us until I finally reach the doorway.
“I promise you next time won’t be nearly as fun. I went easy on you tonight, and you’d be wise to not disobey me again.”
I don’t wait for her response before closing the door. There’s no point in pretending that there isn’t something here between us, that this isn’t something we both want. But that still doesn’t make it right. I’ve already crossed the line, and I can’t let myself go there again.
Our bodies might want one thing, but if there’s any part of me that’s actually a good person, then I won’t let this go any further than it already has. She’s young. Too young. And she has her whole life ahead of her, and all I’d be doing is setting her up for another disappointment.
It might be the death of me, but I’ve got to at least try to resist her, if only for her own sake.
I make a beeline to my bathroom, stepping into the shower with my fist around my cock before the water even has time to warm.
I brace my hand on the cold tiles as images of Ivy flood my mind. What would it feel like to bury my cock so deep in her tight little cunt? To have her tan legs wrapped around my waist as I drove into her, her perky tits bouncing beneath us as I fucked the sass right out of her? Now that I know how tight her pussy is, how wet she was for me within seconds of touching her … fuck, I can’t stop thinking of what it’d be like to be inside her, to claim her as my own. She’d never be the same after I got finished with her, and that thought alone is more tempting than I care to admit. The things I could teach her … because I know the men her age haven’t fucked her like I would, that they didn’t appreciate her the way I would. I’d fuck her so hard, edge heragain and again until she was a blubbering mess, begging me to finally let her come.
And only then would I give her what she wanted so badly. I’d reward her begging and pleading, swallowing her moans as she fell apart on my cock again and again.
I pump my fist, picturing her naked body writhing and begging beneath me as heat soars up my spine, my orgasm just beneath the surface.
I imagine pulling out of her, the little gasp of surprise she’d make from the sudden loss of my cock, as I shoot my hot liquid release, painting her sassy mouth and lips with my cum.
I can practically see her surprised smile, already know the little brat would love it. And fuck if I don’t feel a little spark of something I haven’t felt in a very long time.
Bracing myself to keep my balance, I pump my cock with one final stroke as I come so hard from the fantasy that I nearly black out, pleasure ripping through me. I let the vision consume me, let myself have this moment of pure selfishness.
And when I finally come back to earth and open my eyes, I already know I’m a fucking goner.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Ivy
“I’m so excited! I’ve never had an office job before. Do you think everyone’s going to like me? Will there be snacks? What if I get hungry before lunch?” I fire off a list of questions as Leo ignores me, like he’s staring down at me from his high horse.
We’re waiting for the elevator to bring us to the top floor of Kingsley Tower, and my grumpy fiancée turned boss has barely spoken two words to me. He’s cold and detached and acting like last night he didn’t finger-fuck me at family dinner … and then threaten to punish me further if I touched myself.
Holy fuck, I’m getting turned on again, just thinking about it.
Where on earth did that come from, and how do I trigger it again? I’m not exactly sure what we’re doing here. All I know is that no one has ever made me feel anything remotely close to what I felt from this man’sfingers. If he’s that skilled with his hands, I can’t imagine what he can do with his cock.
I fan myself as a rush of heat burns my cheeks, feeling more and more frustrated that he doesn’t appear the least bit affected. If anything, he’s more closed off and rigid than usual.
After Leo left my bedroom last night, I was in such a flustered tizzy. I couldn’t get the memory of his hands out of my mind, and I lay there, fighting the urge to bring myself the relief I was so desperately craving.
