Turns out I’m weak as shit when it comes to this woman, and if I’m honest with myself, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dragging my fingers lower, I dip one inside her, pulling something between a moan and a growl from my throat.
Jesus fucking Christ.
She’s so tight I can barely move when she clenches around me, her body desperate to keep me in place.
An image of my cock pushing inside her fills my mind, and I barely stop myself from coming in my pants. That’s the power she has over me, just a single thought of her cunt wrapped around my length, and I’m ready to shoot my load.
I force a breath into my lungs and focus on dragging the pad of my finger over her front wall. When I’m rewarded with a gush of warmth, I know I’ve found the place that will send her spiraling.
“Touch your clit for me, Siren,” I grind out.
Her eyes widen, the blush on her cheeks spreading down her neck and chest, but when she doesn’t move to follow the order, I grasp her wrist and position her hand above mine. “Show me how you rub your pretty pussy when no one’s watching.”
Her bottom lip disappears between her teeth, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath she drags into her lungs.
For a second I think she’s going to stop everything, but then her fingers are moving above mine, brushing my hand every few seconds as a soft moan tumbles between us.
“That’s it, baby. Such a good girl for me,” I praise, causing her pussy to clench around me.
Forcing myself to look away from her pretty green eyes, I watch her fingers move in tight circles over her clit.
Her hips rise and fall, chasing the release we’re going to bring her together, and I use my free hand to squeeze my cock, willing it to calm the fuck down.
There’s a very fucking cold shower in my future.
“You’re close, aren’t you, Chloe?”
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes falling closed as another moan falls between us.
“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” I demand, needing for her to watch me as we make her fall apart. “I want you to come for me, Chloe, and I want to hear you scream.”
Her body tightens a moment before her pussy bears down around my finger, and then her pretty cries are filling the room, a symphony of pleasure that has my own release tearing through me.
I groan as hot ropes of cum fill my boxer briefs, the evidence of my growing obsession.
I haven’t come in my pants since I was a teenager experimenting with my first girlfriend, and yet here I am, a thirty-two-year-old man unable to control myself despite her never touching me.
Chloe slumps back against the couch, heavy pants replacing the moans from moments ago, and I take the chance to study her as her eyes flutter closed.
She’s so fucking beautiful, it’s hard to believe she’s real, and hard to imagine the boss ever thought he could send me here and I would not fall head over heels for the siren I’m supposed to be protecting.
Usually the thought of him finding out about my feelings for Chloe has a cold sweat breaking out on my brow, but none of that matters while I have my hands on her.
I carefully pull my finger free and hold the glistening digit between us, making the pink on her cheeks deepen.
Moving slowly to make sure her eyes track my every move, I dip the finger between my lips and groan as soon as her taste touches my tongue.
Sweet Jesus.
Despite having just come, my cock twitches as I suck every drop of her sweetness from my finger.
Chloe’s eyes widen, her mouth opening and closing as she searches for something to say.
“You taste so fucking good, Chloe,” I groan. “Something tells me this won’t be the only time you make me come in my pants because one day soon I’m going to blow my load while I eat your pretty pussy.”
Her mouth falls open but quickly snaps shut again when she can’t find the words to reply to my filthy promise.
