AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“I wasn’t aware cockkeeping provided laundry services,” he jokes from the sofa.
“We don’t.” I plop down on the foot of the bed, makinga mess of the heart, while I neatly cross my legs. Setting the stack of his clothes beside me, we’re about twenty feet apart, but I relish how he can see everything I’m about to do. “I don’t launder your clothes when you’re away, sir. I get filthy with them. Like this… ”
I take his t-shirt and moan, kissing it five times like I’m going down on him, wishing it was white so I could forever stain it with red lipstick before I fling it across the room. Then I take his silk socks, folded in my hand, and plunge them between my crossed legs. I stare at him while I roll my hips, rubbing my pussy with them.
“When you’re not here, sir,” I tease, tugging at my nipple jewelry, too, “I get so horny, wishing you were. I play with myself and fuck your clothes, leaving my cum on them like this since I’m not allowed to fuck you.”
“Fuck, Blair,” he almost whispers, his edges cracking, so I toss his socks aside.
This really isn’t my fetish, but I’m going for points, and it’s working.
“I’m so wet for you, sir. I want you so bad.” I pick up his boxers. “Tonight, now that you’re finally here with me, I want to beso dirtyfor you, Mr. Bronson.”
I guide his boxers to my almost exposed sex. The cute little apron I’m wearing hides most of my tease, but he can tell by the motion of my hand that I’m sinking my fingers, covered by his underwear, into my soaked pussy.
God, it’s true; I’ve been so wet since our fight in the showroom at work. My moans and grinding hips are not an act. Not when I’m aching and staring at Beau like this and fingering myself like I did years ago while he watched.
And he looks seduced to the point of madness again.
His eyes narrow. His massive chest heaves. He licks hislips. “You dirty little kitten,” he demands, “show me how you come on my jeans, too.”
“No,” I purr. “Now that you’re finally here, sir,you’regoing to fuck meonyour jeans so that you can wear my cum every day, but not yet.”
I stand up. Dropping his smeared boxers on the floor, I leave his jeans on the bed, too, before I stalk his way.
“Now that you’re finally here withme, Mr. Bronson,” his gaze is riveted as I approach, taunting him, “I’m going to let you watch how dirty I can be for you.”
I stare down at him, straddling his wide thigh. Centering myself over the fine black wool of his pants, it’s almost like silk as I squat and start grinding my soft, bare pussy over his firm leg.
His glower gropes from my excited tits to my writhing pussy, back up to my parted lips, and back down again. He doesn’t know where to stare. Clenching his jaw, he threatens to crush the delicate crystal champagne flute in his grasp because he knows he can’t touch me. Not yet.
But oh my god, me finally touching Beau?
I can feel his heat and sense his muscles tensing at my tease. He must feel my slick, warm desire seeping through his pants, and it makes his breath ragged, forcing mine to change, too, as I stare into his blazing eyes.
“Do you see, sir?”
Rubbing my clit, back and forth, I can finally feel Beau’s body touching mine, and I can see how much he wants me, how hard he is, how his cock strains against his zipper.
My god, I wanted him so bad, for so long, my pussy is drenched for him, but I don’t touch him. I just grind harder, humping his leg while I tug at my nipple clamps through the flimsy fabric of my apron and relish how he lookslike he’s about to lose his mind. I can make myself come at the sight of his wild arousal, but I hold back.
“Do you see how naughty my pussy is for you, Beau?” I lift, and we glance down at the glistening milky mess I’ve proudly smeared on his dark pants.
“Fuck yes, my horny little kitten,” he growls at the glossy evidence. “Keep playing with your pussy for me.”
“Beg me.” I rise before him.
“I don’t beg.” He lowers his brow like a dare. “You’re working for me tonight, remember, Blair? So I command you to gofuckyourself.”
And I smirk, knowing that’sexactlywhat he’d say.
So many times, we’d tell the other to “go fuck yourself.” Usually, it was after one of us coated the other’s phone in Vaseline because really… we wanted to fuck each other.
Well, guess what?
When I swish around, I do it so fast that I whip my fluffy tail across his face and hear his deep growl escape.
“Bad kitty.”
