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The only answer I get from him is a grumble as he continues to teasingly stroke his length.
“Because I’m pretending it’s yours.” I rock my hips to meet the quick, steady thrusts into me. “Filling me so fucking tight that it almost hurts.”
“This is fucking torture, Sofia.”
“I’m giving you exactly what you wanted. And you’ll be fucking thanking me when I finally allow you the pleasure of coming.” I struggle through the words as I’m quickly growing breathless.
“Don’t stop,” Gabriel exhales. “Rub your clit and make yourself come.”
Drawing my fingers into my mouth, I cover them with saliva before pressing them between my legs. Placing a finger on each side of my clit, I squeeze them together and slide myself along them with every heavy thrust of the cock.
“Fuck, I can’t wait to feel you pounding into my cunt like this.”
“I want nothing more than to be buried balls deep inside of you.”
I slam the entirety of the dildo into me with a viciously hard thrust and scream out my release as I come undone. Staring into the camera, I continue to slide my hips over the dildo as I ride out my orgasm.
“Watching you come is so fucking hot,” Gabriel pants.
“Hand off your cock.” I pull the silicone cock from me with a groan. “You don’t get to come yet.”
“Please, Sofia,” he begs with need.
“Not yet, sugar. But you’re doing such a good job. Go take your cold shower, and I’ll see you in the morning.”
sixteen
GABRIEL
I’ve taken more cold fucking showers in the past three days than I can count. At the rate Sofia is edging me, I’ve contemplated carrying ice packs to shove down my pants to alleviate the discomfort.
If blue balls can cause permanent damage, I am so fucked.
When I started dating her—or fucking her—I thought I would actually be fucking her. Not sitting idly by while she got off several times a day, often as I watched in literal pain.
“Good morning, sugar,” Sofia greets me as she walks into our still-shared office. Dressed in her signature stilettos, a black pencil skirt and well-fitted, silk blouse, she is as put together as ever. As she slides the over jacket from her shoulders, my eyes are immediately drawn to the black lace beneath her shirt.
As though she knows exactly what she’s doing to me, she saunters across the office to her desk. Laying her jacket and purse in a chair meant for visitors, she leans over the desk to review the messages left by her assistant. Her perfect ass is pressed in my direction, leaving me salivating at the thought of pressing myself against it.
Fucking hard again.
“Morning, Sofia,” are the only words I can manage as I try to tame the hard-on about to spring free from my pants.
“I have a few meetings this morning that you don’t need to attend.” She turns and walks toward my desk, planting both her hands on the surface before leaning toward me. My eyes are immediately on the cleavage being revealed as her shirt gapes from her chest. “What have I said about looking at me when I speak? That means my eyes, not my tits.”
“Sorry.” I quickly pull my eyes up to hers, happy to see she has a smirk plastered across her face instead of a scowl.
“When I get back, we have a few matters to tend to.”
What the fuck does that mean?
* * *
It is almost lunch when Sofia returns from her meetings. Barging into the office, she shuts the door behind her. She walks with purpose to my desk and wedges herself between me and the desk.
“I want to come. And you’re going to fuck me on this desk until it happens.”
“Here? In the office?”
