Page 18 of Crave

Are you thinking about my thick cock stretching out your tight cunt as I fuck you.

Yes.

I mean, I am now.

Good. Enjoy thinking about my cock as you work.

“Alexys,” Mr. Ramirez’s voice bellows through the intercom, “If you’re done daydreaming out there, I need you to run some folders down to the thirtieth floor. And that report I gave you yesterday needs to be finished by four so I can get it to our client.”

“Yes, sir,” I promptly stand from my desk and walk into his office to collect the folders. I am on autopilot as I carry them downstairs, as my brain is entirely focused on the unknown man and thoughts of him sneaking into my apartment. Once inside, doing everything he’s thinking about and what his cock would feel like as he pressed it inside me.

Focus, Lex.

Returning to my desk, I am surprised to find a black linen gift box sealed with white satin ribbons. Sitting down, I lift the tag.

Mi reina.

Excited, and a little terrified, to see what is inside, I slowly pull at the bow and watch as it unravels, the silk strings falling around the box. Glancing around to ensure no one is watching, I lift the lid to find a small card.

I want you to see exactly what it is that you do to me.

Placing the card next to the box, I move the decorative tissue and pull my dirty panties from last night out of the box. I quickly shove them back into the box and replace the lid before anyone sees them.

UNKNOWN

Did you get my gift?

Yes

Put them on

I’m at work

Did I ask where you were? Or did I tell you to put them on?

Take your phone with you, I’ll be waiting.

I stare at the box for a moment before dipping my hand in. When I pull it out, the panties are balled tightly in my fist. Grabbing my phone, I quickly make my way to the ladies’ room. After checking twice that the door is locked, I unclench my fist and look at the panties. Light-colored splatters cover the silky black fabric.

It takes me a moment until I realize that he returned my panties covered in cum. His cum.

And I’m supposed to put these on?

As if he can read my mind, the phone buzzes in my hand.

I want you wearing my cum.

But if you want me to pump my cum all over your cunt instead, I will be more than happy to come and visit you at work.

I’m putting them on

I expect a picture

I slide off my panties and shove them into the trash. The last thing I need is to be caught wandering around the office carrying underwear. Stepping into the soiled pair, I slide them up my legs before lifting my dress to snap a picture of them. I send him the picture, straighten my dress, and try to find my composure.

Every ounce of composure I found is lost the moment I read his next messages.

My cum looks good on you.

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