Page 146 of The Hallows Queen

“Can’t,” I say as I mindlessly scroll the Tiffany’s website. “Got plans.”

“First day back and you’re already ditching me,” he snips, standing up. “I’m gonna ask Serena to get lunch with me, then.”

I wave him off. “Close the door on your way out.”

My phone buzzes on my desk as he’s walking across the office, and I wait to answer it until the door has shut. Penelope’s face fills my screen after I swipe across it, and a smile pulls up my lips.

“There’s my girl,” I say, holding the phone in front of my face and leaning back in my chair. “How are you?”

“Missing you,” she answers, sitting back on her couch. “I have the day off, and I’d rather be spending it with you.”

My insides turn to Jell-O, and I chuckle softly. “Poor baby. I’m here now, what’s for lunch?”

She grins. “I have some ideas.”

“Oh?”

She stands up, holding the phone in front of her face as she moves through her house. When she reaches her bedroom, she climbs into bed. “I want you to fuck me.”

A spark of desire runs through my balls, and I flick my eyes to the door behind my phone before I look back at her. “I’m at work.”

“Lock the door,” she says, running her hand down her neck and over her chest.

I chuckle. “Baby, can we just do this when I get home?”

She narrows her eyes, then sits up and leans her phone against the pillows so I can see more of her. When she pulls her shirt over her head, revealing her perky tits, my teeth press into my lip. I groan, curling my hand into a fist. “Penelope.”

Smirking coyly, she smooths her fingers under the waistband of her shorts and pulls them down, leaving her naked on my screen. “C’mon, H. Don’t go soft on me now.”

“Christ,” I sigh painfully, standing up and crossing the room quickly to lock the door to my office. Returning to my seat behind my desk, I balance my phone on my coffee cup from this morning and watch her.

“Show me how wet you are, Miss Leyton. Spread that pussy for me.”

She moves back, spreading her legs in front of the camera and sliding her fingers between the lips of her pussy. A small moan leaves her lips when she ghosts her fingers over her clit, and my cock fills with blood in my pants.

“Jesus,” I breathe, slipping my hand into my pants to relieve some of the pressure.

She stares at me from behind her spread legs, and her fingers move through the wetness at her entrance. Her voice is breathy when she moans, “I miss you so much, Hayden, I wish you were here to fuck me all day long.”

Groaning, I run my hand down my cock. “Show me, baby. Fuck yourself and pretend it’s me. Use two fingers.”

“Fuck yourself with me,” she moans, shoving two fingers into her pussy.

I stand up, undoing the button on my pants and shaking them down to release my cock, then I squeeze my fist around the angry head. “Look how hard you make me, even from across the country.”

She moans, spreading her legs farther and thrusting her fingers in and out while I rub my hand over my cock.

“That’s it,” I moan. “Add another finger.”

She does as I say, moaning as her legs stiffen. “Hayden, fuck yourself harder, I want you to come with me.”

I fuck my hand faster, watching as she does the same through my computer screen, and when she moans loud and long, I feel my balls pull up as a fire licks up my spine. “Fucking come all over your fingers, baby. Let me see.”

She moves faster, harder, more erratically, and then she’s shouting into the sky as she climaxes around her fingers.

Watching her explode sets me off, and as I thrust into my hand, ropes of cum spurt out over my fist and onto the floor.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she shouts, making my head spin. “Hayden!”

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