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Kingsley: Don't you dare fucking come. I can see it in your eyes that you're close.
I smirk into the camera. and start rubbing my clit faster.
And close my eyes as I lean back, enjoying how close to the edge I am.
If he doesn't want me to come, then he's going to have to come and do something about it.
Suddenly I hear his voice, the cameras still pointed at his face, but he's answering a question. Something about the location of the jubilee, and how he thinks that a marquee will be better than using an indoor space.
Even though what he's saying has nothing to do with what he and I are engaged in, just the low rumble in his voice amps up my arousal.
Everything about him turns me on.
Moving my fingers back down to my pussy, I pump them back inside me. Somehow I'm even wetter than I already was.
He stops talking and his eyes are back on me.
And I put on a show.
Pulling down the front of my dress, I pinch my nipples with one hand as the one fucks slowly, deeply, sensually, in and out of me, my thumb circling my clit.
Every movement pushes me another inch toward climax, my chest heaving with deep breaths.
Suddenly, I hear his voice outside the door.
"Hold my calls, Marcus."
And the office door opens, and he stands in the frame, his hand on his tie as he takes in the scene at his desk.
"Shouldn't you close that door?" I say, my voice heavy with need for him.
"You tell me, you're the one wanting to put on a show, Luna," he says, tugging his tie off in one move and wrapping it around his fist.
My hands slow their movements, my eyes locked on his tie. "What if I said to keep it open?"
"Your wish is my command, Moonshine," a mischievous smirk tugging on the corner of his mouth.
"Aren't you afraid everyone will see?"
"Not really. They're about to hear how loud you scream anyway."
The promise of what's coming makes my pussy clench around my own fingers.
"Close the door, Mr. Baxter. You're only mine today."
He closes the door, but doesn't lock it.
Clearing the room in half as many steps as it usually takes him, he moves behind his desk and spins the chair around so that I'm facing him.
"So fucking shameless, still fucking yourself while I'm in the room with you now."
Biting my lip, a wicked smile spreads across my face. "You didn't tell me to stop. You just told me not to come."
"And have you?'
"Not yet."
"Yet?'
