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I pull back. “Do you now?”
She nods.
“I can’t fuck you. Not right now. But I will get condoms and then, I probably won’t let you out of bed for days.”
She grins. “Good.”
God, this woman. “So what do you think you’re going to do to help me right now?” I ask. I have about twenty ideas.
“Are you going to take care of it yourself?” she asks.
“Am I going to jerk off thinking about you and your sweet tits, and your tight pussy that tastes and feels like heaven? And the way you sound, and look, and taste when you come? And imagine that it’s your pussy squeezing me instead of my fist?” I ask.
She takes a breath, but nods.
“Yes, I am.”
“Can you do it here so I can watch?” She waits a beat and then says, “Or can I help?”
I don’t even think about it for three seconds. “Anything you want, Abigail.”
She reaches for my fly and pulls my cock out again. I’m so hard it’s nearly painful. She wraps her hands around me and strokes me, then she reaches between her legs, gathers some of her arousal on her fingers, and then coats my shaft the way I showed her.
I brace my hands on the desk, not sure I’ll be able to stay standing for this. I let her play for a few minutes. “Talk to me, princess.”
“You’re just so big,” she tells me, watching her hand on my cock.
I know she’s not saying that just to talk. She’s telling me what she’s thinking. Exactly what I want.
I reach up and push her hair back from her face. “Your pussy is going to grip me so tight.”
She nods. “That’s going to feel so good.” She moves her hand faster. “Can we do that soon?”
“So fucking soon.” My voice is tight as I struggle to hang on.
Then she leans in and puts her mouth against my neck, stroking me faster, and says, “I want you to come for me, Torin.”
Fuck.
I nudge her back. “Show me your pussy. Play with your clit,” I tell her.
She spreads her legs, her fingers going to her clit, where she starts circling. I step in closer, jerking my hand over my cock, my eyes on the wet, sweet pinkness I want to bury myself in over and over, for days.
“God, Abigail, I’m never going to recover from this.”
And then, of all the dirty things she’s already said, that made me hot and hard, and stupidly proud, she says one word that sends me over the edge.
“Good.”
I look up and she’s watching me with…satisfaction and heat and, is that possessiveness? As if she wants to claim me as well?
I lean in, jerk my cock three more times, and then I come, spilling over her, painting white ribbons on her stomach, mound, and inner thigh, marking her.
“Fuck,” I groan. “My God, Abigail.”
She takes a long, deep breath. Then she props herself on her elbow and looks up at me. “Wow. Talk about the royal treatment.”
I just stare at her for a few seconds. Then I feel myself grinning. Then laughing. I clasp my hand around the back of her neck and bring her up off the table and against my lips. I kiss her deeply. "I like you so fucking much," I tell her.
