My lungs scream louder than the voice in my head telling me to leave.Now.
Because holy fuck. I recognize the tattoo on the lower back of the red-headed woman currently stretched out on the floor infront of my niece. The pink tulip is in full bloom, dripping liquid pollen down beneath the band of the lacy black thong nestled between two round ass cheeks as she remains on her knees and reaches out along the floor with a set of dainty fingers. Fingers tipped with black nail polish.
Surely, I’m wrong.
Evie’s photographing a different woman than the one I’m thinking of. Two people can have the same tattoos. It’s unlikely that they’d be something so specific, but not impossible. Right?
BecauseCrushedvelvetcan’t be Brielle Hayes.
Shecan’tbe my catcher’s younger sister.
And I sure asfuckcouldn’t have just spent the last two nights watching a video of her masturbating.
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I blink again.
When that doesn’t work, I pinch my forearm and then my neck. Still, she’s there on my screen.
I’ve paused the video at the three-minute mark, but even just staring at the motionless screen is enough to have my cock dripping a steady stream of precum into my briefs. I curl my fingers into a fist on the leather armrest and let it hang there, refusing to relieve the pain in my groin.
The woman in front of me is facing her headboard with her knees spread wide and digging deep into the thick white comforter. The camera is far enough away that although I could watch as she peeled her panties from her pussy and touched herself while she was on her back, from this new angle, it’s tucked just out of view. Instead, her thong is buried tight between her ass cheeks and blocking the tight little hole that’s spreading wide for the dildo she’s balancing over.
My pulse sounds like a war cry in my ears as I dig my blunt nails into my palm and shoot out a rough exhale. I want to see her face right now. I’ve been wondering what she looks like since the first time I stumbled upon her page, but it’s always been innocent curiosity. This right here is a primal need to seethe ecstasy bloom across her features as she takes the silicone cock and cries out like she’s taking the real thing.
Are her eyes squeezed shut? Does she bite her lip to trap her moans, or does she let her mouth fall open when those whimpers sound in my earbuds? What colour are her lips, and do they taste as good as I bet they do?
Slowly, I scroll my eyes over her once more.
When she asked my favourite colour, I had a feeling it was for this reason. But seeing the black set melting into her pale skin does more for me than I could have anticipated. She looks like a fucking angel touched by the devil. I’m far from that hellish bastard, but for her, I’d try.
Jesus, what am I talking about?
I unpause the video and grind my teeth when she sinks deeper onto the dildo and falls so far forward that the camera cuts her off at the dip of her waist. She keeps a hand between her legs and uses it to work the blue silicone inside. Her thigh muscles contract as she sways back and forth, then swoops her hips down, taking the last inches in a filthy grind.
My cock is hard enough to crack stone as I adjust myself. I linger, my grip growing punishing as I ache to stroke myself. The tight confines of my dress slacks create a barrier that I’m contemplating ripping a hole into. There are a million pairs of them in my closet. What’s one pair destroyed?
“Shit—oh, God!”
My throat clinches, cutting off my air supply.
Without thinking, I unclasp my belt and yank so hard on my zipper that I hear something tear. The open flap of my pants allows me to delve my hand into my underwear and take my cock into my hand, hissing at the blistering heat. I spread my legs wide and knock my knees on the inside of my desk while gripping myself tight enough to feel the pulse of blood beneath the skin.
“Fuck,” I spit, smearing the cum down from the tip to lube my shaft.
Velvet cries out into her pillows when her thighs begin to spasm. I lean forward, nearly toppling onto my desk as I move my wrist, working myself to the brink alongside her. It doesn’t matter that I shouldn’t be doing this. I need to. Fuck—Ineedto.
My vision blurs when I see the clear liquid dripping down the silicone balls and soaking into the bedding. I stroke faster, holding myself so tightly it hurts. Every whimper drives me closer alongside her, sweat beading beneath the collar of my shirt.
The band of her panties slides further down the dip of her ass, revealing a piece of artwork that I’ve never seen in her videos before. I’ve considered that there was something on that smooth patch of skin from the few sheer panties she’s worn prior to now. But fuck . . . it’s right here. And I can’t look away.
It’s so vibrant that I can’t imagine her wanting to keep it hidden. Not unless she’s wanted to keep it to herself for protection. It would make sense. Because now that I’ve seen the blooming pink tulip with its heavy drip of liquid pollen, I’ll never forget it.
Each droplet cascades toward the crack of her ass, making my mind run wild. It’s been so long since I’ve been with someone, and right now, she’s the only woman in my mind filling that empty role. With every glide of my hand, I’m more convinced that maybe I’ve been punishing myself with not getting back out there. It wouldn’t be hard to go out and find someone to stroke my cock for me, or to let me spread them wide on my desk with their knees pressed to their chest while I returned the favour.
My balls tense, pulling up as my mouth falls open around nothing. I listen to this nameless woman reach her climax and scream into her pillows at the same time I’m pulsing in myhand and shooting thick wads onto my shirt. The groan that escapes me is chained, quiet enough that I hope it doesn’t carry outside of my home office.
