Page 20 of Quadruplet Babies for my Billionaire Boss

I wanted to give Brent what he wanted. Not only was he calling the shots—and I wanted him to—but I was trying to step out of my comfort zone and do things I hadn’t done before.

This was very high up on the list of naughty things I hadn’t done before.

I thought about it. Was it something he asked of all the women he slept with? Somehow, I doubted it. But I could be biased. Still, it was strange the way the request came through. It didn’t make sense. Brent sent me an email thanking me for being professional—I was assuming it was because of how I’d acted after we’d fucked on Friday—and then he sent me that last request. He was so blasé about it like it was something he was completely within his rights to ask. Was he? Was this part of the game? It was the opposite of professional. But it made me hot and bothered, and it was why I wanted to give him what he wanted.

At first, I considered getting into the shower and getting myself off. The waterproof toy was constantly out these days. I was also aroused when I thought about Brent. I wasn’t even worried about how often I was doing myself, I just needed that release to be able to behave myself in the office. A quick orgasm in the shower would be exactly what I needed to calm down a little before I took those photos he wanted. Because I wanted to send them to him even though I didn’t usually do it. I could think of a few poses, I was sure.

But then I got a better idea.

I had to figure out how I was going to do it. I found my selfie stick. I hadn’t used the stupid thing after I had received it with a phone package, and it was still in the box. I hated seeing all my friends with the silver stick in the photo. I had vowed never to look like that. But it was different if I could use it to do something naughty like this.

When I opened the box and hooked up my phone, I made sure it worked before I stripped down naked and lay down on my bed. I felt vulnerable, the air in the room cold on my skin, and I shivered. But I was doing this. I took a couple of practice shots to get a feel for the angle and to relax in front of my own camera, naked and baring it all.

With one hand armed with the selfie stick and the other running down my body, I closed my eyes and started thinking about Brent and everything I wanted him to do to me. I clicked the button that would take the photos. It wasn’t too much of a distraction, and I could get lost in the sensation despite pressing the button every now and then. I slid my hand over my body, my fingertips tracing the mounds of my breasts, my flat stomach, and my hip bones. I cupped my pussy and traced the lips, taking photos of everything I was doing. I looked at the camera a few times because it was that much more sensual. I closed them again to get back into the mood.

I started imagining Brent going down on me, his mouth closed over my pussy, two fingers buried deep inside of me. I ran my hands over my pussy where I imagined he would touch me and gasped.

Click.

I imagined Brent’s thick cock and how good it had felt. I wanted to kneel before him and suck him into my mouth, fucking him that way. I wanted to lick the tip and taste his salty sex.

Click.

My skin became hot and I shuddered, working on an orgasm. I touched myself, rubbing my clit and tugging at my nipples, alternating so that I wouldn’t orgasm immediately. I wanted to draw it out.

Click.

I couldn’t focus on pressing the button anymore. I put the selfie stick down and closed my eyes, concentrating only on what I was doing with my hands. I rubbed my clit in circles, sliding my fingers to my entrance every now and then. I was so wet I could take Brent with his size and a condom, easily. My legs were wide on the bed, and I used one hand on my breast while the other worked over my pussy. I wanted Brent to see this. I wanted him to watch me get myself off, one day. I was sure he would love it.

I could only imagine him losing control while I played with myself. He would grab me and pin me down on the bed and have his way with me, shoving his dick into my pussy without ceremony. I cried out when I thought about it, electricity shooting through my body.

Maybe he would pin me against the wall, my arms up and held fast with one hand while he fingered me with the other.

I groped for the selfie stick and positioned it for another photo.

Click.

It didn’t take long before I orgasmed. I curled on the bed, my eyes closed and gasping.

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