Page 5 of Marked By the Pack
“I didn’t tell you to stop moving your hand.”
My fingers rose higher.
“Good girl.” He watched as my hand reached my pussy. “Can you feel how wet you are through the lace?”
I nodded. I was wet as soon as I saw him sitting at his desk. Knowing this would be quick and dirty.
“Push your thong to the side. I wouldn’t be able to wait to taste you. I’m desperate for it.”
I pushed the lacy material to the side.
“Imagine it’s my tongue tracing your wetness.”
I moaned as I gently ran my finger from my wetness to my clit, spreading my juices. Picturing it was his tongue tasting me.
“Spread your thighs wider.”
I moved closer to the edge of the bed. Wishing I was moving closer to his face. His hands. Anything.
“Zoom in. Let me see how wet you are.”
I grabbed my remote, making one of the cameras zoom closer to my pussy.
He groaned. “Baby, you’re dripping all over my desk. What am I going to do with you?”
“Let me feel you.”
His stood up and put his hands on the desk. Spread out like I really was right in front of him. “You want my cock, baby?”
“Yes.” I started to slip my finger inside of me.
“Did I tell you that you could do that yet?”
No.I moaned and removed me finger. Fuck, why was he making me wait? “Take off your mask,” I begged.
“If you were here, I’d rip that lace right off your body,” he said, ignoring me. “So remove it. Right now.”
I pushed it down my thighs, kicking if off my high heel.
“Spread your legs again. No. Farther. I’m holding them down with my hands, exposing you to me.”
I spread my thighs farther apart.
“Touch yourself. Now.”
I slid two fingers inside of me and moaned.
“Two fingers?” He smiled. “No. I want you to feel how big I am. How hard I am for you right now.”
I slid another finger inside of myself, stretching my walls.
He sat down. He never let me see his body. But I heard the zipper of his suit pants. “Another finger, Zoey. I want you to know what it would feel like to ride my cock.”
I slid a fourth finger inside of me, picturing his hand wrapped around his length. Imagining how desperate he was for it to be me instead.
“Just like that, baby. Faster. I’m fucking you hard because you interrupted me during work.”
I started panting.
