Slay (Storm MC 4)
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“Fuck,” he groaned in between ragged breaths.
My pussy clenched, and I walked into my bedroom and closed the door behind me. Leaning against the door, I unzipped my jeans and reached my hand into my panties.
“I’m touching myself. Imagining it’s your hands on me,” I told him as I fingered myself.
“Tell me how wet you are,” he grunted.
Oh fuck.
I ran my finger through my wetness, and squeezed my eyes shut at the intense pleasure I felt. “I’m so fucking wet for you, Donovan. I wish it really were your fingers in me. Wish your mouth was down there, eating me.”
“Fuck!” he roared, and I knew he’d come.
My fingers frantically worked to give me the orgasm I craved, and a couple of moments later, I cried out his name as I came.
We were silent except for our heavy breathing. And then he murmured, “Fuck, Layla. I nee
d more.”
I do too.
“I’ll be there soon. Tell me your address.”
He gave it to me, and I ended the call so I could deal with the stuff I had to do. I needed to get to Donovan as fast as possible.
***
An hour later, I entered the warehouse at the address Donovan had given me. Looking at it, I realised I didn’t even know what Donovan did for a living. Time to fix that.
A beefed-up guy met me at the front door and escorted me up to Donovan’s office. We passed lots of offices, but their doors were all shut so I had no clue what they held. When we got to the end of the corridor, the guy knocked on the door. “Blade, Layla’s here.”
I waited silently.
The door opened and Donovan stood on the other side, a formidable force staring back at us.
At me.
His eyes didn’t connect with his staff member’s at all; they came straight to mine.
“Thanks,” he said to the guy, and stepped aside to let me pass through.
My body brushed against his as I moved past him, and my pussy ached with desire.
I needed him.
Now.
He closed the door and fixed his gaze on me. The intensity rolling off him today was something new. He’d always been fairly intense, but this...this was orgasm-inducing.
He wants me.
His eyes flashed hunger.
Need.
Desire.
“Come here,” he growled.