Watch Me - Page 106

His warm breath bathes my pussy, and I moan at the sensation. So fucking sensitive I could fall over the edge, but I need just a touch more than a stiff breeze to get me there.

Taking a deep breath, I wait for the next torture session to begin. The bed dips between my legs and hands grab my hips. His cock thrusts hard and deep inside me. We both groan loudly. Finally.

I widen my stance and arch my back as he draws out of me slowly, tantalizing every overstimulated nerve ending, then he thrusts back in hard and fast. He keeps his slow-then-fast pace until my hips are following him. My fingers clench his sheets as my teeth gnash. I know the second I get close, it’s all going to end again.

Keeping my breath steady, I try not to focus everything on what’s happening between my thighs, but it’s impossible. His cock feels divine, and all my blood is currently pooling in my pussy.

He picks up the pace slightly, and I’m no longer able to even think. All I can do is feel the heavy thrust of his cock in my pussy, the slap of his balls against my lower lips, his fingers digging into my hips.

Just when I think he’s going to pull away, he reaches between my legs and pinches my clit. I scream as my orgasm thunders through me, milking his cock hard as my whole being shatters into a million pieces.

He roars as he comes in my throbbing pussy. My core convulses around him, drawing every drop of cum he has into my body until we both slump in a heap. His chest presses against my back. His weight feels so good as my body trembles beneath him.

Between my erratic pulse and frantic breaths, I don’t think I’ll ever be normal again. He reaches up and unties my hands, rubbing my wrists gently with his thumbs and fingers. He pulls me onto my side. His cock remains inside me as we slowly come back from the cosmos.

“Fuck,” I whisper. My throat is a little more hoarse now from the screaming orgasm.

Chuckling, he kisses the back of my neck, sending tingles through me. “Did you like it, kitten?”

“Ask me tomorrow.” I wave him off. “I don’t know how I feel about it right now besides so fucking tired.”

He kisses my neck. “Then sleep, love.”

My heart clenches at that term of endearment. It’d be so easy to pretend this is more than it is. With his warmth surrounding me, I slip into sleep.

* * *

Me:

Can you come over after work? I can’t go out right now.

I glance over my shoulders at the closed doors. It’s almost quitting time, and the guys have been busy all day. I’ve been busy all day. If there was something that could burn down, it was on fire.

And we all ran around putting them out as best we could.

Hope:

Sure. You’re in the apartment now, right?

Me:

Yes. I’ll come down to let you up when you’re ready.

Hope:

Exciting. I can’t wait.

Neither can I. I obviously enjoy the guys, but part of living my life includes having actual friends. And Hope just started being my friend before last weekend.

I text the guys that Hope will be coming up after work for a while and not to wait for me for dinner. I’m almost glad we were too busy today to do anything.

As much as I love being fucked by them and want them all the time, I’m pretty sure my pussy could use a little rest. Of course, tonight will be spent in Coop’s bed, so I’m not planning on getting much of a break.

But I don’t actually mind.

Speak of the devil. Coop stops by my desk.

“I feel like I’ve barely talked to you today.” He glances at the closed doors and then takes advantage of me sitting to look down my cleavage. “How have you been?”