nothing was little about her. Not her sumptuous curves and not her breasts. Certainly not that gorgeous ass. One of his favorite things about her was the way her eyes glowed a sexy gold that he knew meant her wild side was near.
It wasn’t that he was intimidated by her. Not really. He just respected the fact she was his friend’s sister. That and she was out of his fucking league. The short dresses she wore with the low cut tops that showed off her breasts drove him fucking crazy. He should tell her to be more professional, but who the hell was he kidding? He loved wondering what she might wear every day.
He continued looking at her on the phone’s screen. Her sexy lips formed a pout. He’d already learned all her facial expressions. That look on her face meant she was frustrated. He wondered why. He ate up the image of her sitting at his desk. She was so goddamned sexy.
His cock hurt, and he found himself stroking it over his pants. It wasn’t enough. He watched her slide a hand between her legs. Shit! Was she really going to? Yes, she was. He hadn’t even realized he’d pulled his dick out of his pants until he glanced down and saw it in his grip.
For fuck’s sake, he hadn’t had sex in too goddamned long.
Lisa wanted to, but every time he tried to do anything, his dick went limp, refusing to work. It was embarrassing as hell. All he had to do was think about Scarlett and he went instantly hard. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was a witch instead of a lioness.
He’d decided tonight was a good night to end things with Lisa. He’d break up with her even if she cried. He was done with her. That decision made allowed him to watch Scarlett guilt free.
Scarlett pushed her panties to the side and he tapped an icon that zoomed in on the image of her. The camera he’d installed was the best and damn expensive. He realized now it had been worth its weight in gold. It gave him the clearest image of her.
She yanked down the neckline of her dress, revealing her hard-pointed nipples. His mouth watered. Beads of moisture gathered at the tip of his dick. He used it to lubricate his cock and jerk harder. At the moment, he could give two fucks how hard he was handling his dick.
Her shoe-less feet pressed at the edge of his desk. She leaned the chair back and fondled her pussy with her right hand while tugging on her nipples with her left.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
She increased her speed, her eyes closed. Her pink tongue swiped over her full lips as if she were getting them ready to suck his dick. Yes. His dick. Because this was his fantasy, and he’d give his left testicle to make it a reality.
As she increased in speed, so did he. He jerked in tandem with her circles on her clit. Her pussy gleamed pink and so fucking perfect, he could imagine being the one in the room with her, pressing his fingers to her clit. She cracked her lids open and the golden glow was there.
“Look at me,” he whispered to the phone. She glanced up at the lamp in his office, to the very spot he’d had the camera hidden. It almost looked like she was looking right at him, and he loved it.
He jerked harder, watching her chest rise and fall with her breathing. She tugged on a nipple and tapped on her clit. Her hips rose off the chair. Another tap and she bit her bottom lip.
He watched her toes curl on the desk. Her breathing increased in speed. Wetness dripped from her slit, and she slid two fingers into her pussy and gripped the armrest as she came.
He continued to jerk and when he saw her grab his handkerchief and wipe her pussy juices with it, he fucking lost it. He grabbed at the napkin in his cup holder and covered the head of his cock as he came.
Streams of cum landed on the napkin, a napkin he wished at that moment was her slick, hot sex. He milked his cock, the image in his mind of her wiping her pussy with his handkerchief, one he’d never wash. Fuck. Her face had been priceless.
His phone
It wasn’t that he was intimidated by her. Not really. He just respected the fact she was his friend’s sister. That and she was out of his fucking league. The short dresses she wore with the low cut tops that showed off her breasts drove him fucking crazy. He should tell her to be more professional, but who the hell was he kidding? He loved wondering what she might wear every day.
He continued looking at her on the phone’s screen. Her sexy lips formed a pout. He’d already learned all her facial expressions. That look on her face meant she was frustrated. He wondered why. He ate up the image of her sitting at his desk. She was so goddamned sexy.
His cock hurt, and he found himself stroking it over his pants. It wasn’t enough. He watched her slide a hand between her legs. Shit! Was she really going to? Yes, she was. He hadn’t even realized he’d pulled his dick out of his pants until he glanced down and saw it in his grip.
For fuck’s sake, he hadn’t had sex in too goddamned long.
Lisa wanted to, but every time he tried to do anything, his dick went limp, refusing to work. It was embarrassing as hell. All he had to do was think about Scarlett and he went instantly hard. If he didn’t know better, he’d think she was a witch instead of a lioness.
He’d decided tonight was a good night to end things with Lisa. He’d break up with her even if she cried. He was done with her. That decision made allowed him to watch Scarlett guilt free.
Scarlett pushed her panties to the side and he tapped an icon that zoomed in on the image of her. The camera he’d installed was the best and damn expensive. He realized now it had been worth its weight in gold. It gave him the clearest image of her.
She yanked down the neckline of her dress, revealing her hard-pointed nipples. His mouth watered. Beads of moisture gathered at the tip of his dick. He used it to lubricate his cock and jerk harder. At the moment, he could give two fucks how hard he was handling his dick.
Her shoe-less feet pressed at the edge of his desk. She leaned the chair back and fondled her pussy with her right hand while tugging on her nipples with her left.
“Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
She increased her speed, her eyes closed. Her pink tongue swiped over her full lips as if she were getting them ready to suck his dick. Yes. His dick. Because this was his fantasy, and he’d give his left testicle to make it a reality.
As she increased in speed, so did he. He jerked in tandem with her circles on her clit. Her pussy gleamed pink and so fucking perfect, he could imagine being the one in the room with her, pressing his fingers to her clit. She cracked her lids open and the golden glow was there.
“Look at me,” he whispered to the phone. She glanced up at the lamp in his office, to the very spot he’d had the camera hidden. It almost looked like she was looking right at him, and he loved it.
He jerked harder, watching her chest rise and fall with her breathing. She tugged on a nipple and tapped on her clit. Her hips rose off the chair. Another tap and she bit her bottom lip.
He watched her toes curl on the desk. Her breathing increased in speed. Wetness dripped from her slit, and she slid two fingers into her pussy and gripped the armrest as she came.
He continued to jerk and when he saw her grab his handkerchief and wipe her pussy juices with it, he fucking lost it. He grabbed at the napkin in his cup holder and covered the head of his cock as he came.
Streams of cum landed on the napkin, a napkin he wished at that moment was her slick, hot sex. He milked his cock, the image in his mind of her wiping her pussy with his handkerchief, one he’d never wash. Fuck. Her face had been priceless.
His phone
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