“I-I…so good.” She closes her eyes, and her head falls back as she begins to move her hips on her own. I sit back, watching her ride me as her pleasure grows and grows.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I rub my hand over the front of my pants and think about sinking into that soft pussy she’s using to torture me.
I haven’t even kissed her yet, but all I can do is stare as her nipples bead under her shirt and the buttons strain to pop open. I’d love nothing more than to suckle on her tits and feel the hard pebble across my tongue. I’d also love to put my mouth on her cunt and drink every drop of her juice she rubbed on my face.
My hand rubs faster, and even though I know I can’t cum in my pants, I keep doing it. I have absolutely no control when it comes to Parker, and the more I’m with her, the more I come undone. She’s like a drug, and all it took was one hit. Now I’m addicted to her presence, to her touch, and to seeing her lost in pleasure.
Her movements become less even, and I see a furrow between her brows. Ignoring my cock, my hands go to the tops of her thighs, and her eyes snap open.
“Let me help you get there,” I say, and there’s a little needy whine in the back of her throat. My thumb goes to the front of her panties, and the next time she rocks forward, I brush it over the wet spot right against her clit.
Her moan is loud, and I have to put my hand over her mouth as I keep going. Over and over, I strum her little clit, and she begins to hump my leg faster.
“What a sweet girl you are,” I say, and she whimpers. “Look how good you are for me.”
“Samuel,” she moans behind my hand, and I grunt as I feel precum leak from my cock.
“My pretty girl,” I praise, and her hips rock forward one final time.
She cries out against my hand, and I use my other to rub gentle circles over her wet panties. Her sounds of pleasure are loud, and I love how vocal she is when she comes apart. Her cheeks are flushed, and her body goes limp as I catch and pull her against my chest. She lies against it while she tries to catch her breath, and I smile as I kiss the top of her head.
“See how much better you feel?” I ask softly as I gently run my hand up and down her back. “You did so well, and you looked darling as you came. I couldn’t have asked for anyone more perfect.”
I feel her cuddle closer to me, and my lips brush against her forehead. Just as thoughts of touching her to see how wet she is enter my mind, there’s a knock on my office door.
Parker tenses, and I immediately become angry that someone has broken this perfect moment. Instead of lashing out at whoever is on that side of the door, I turn to my beautiful girl.
“Let’s see if you left something on my pants before I answer that.”