Scooting her yellow sundress around her hips, I admire her tiny pink panties—complete with a little white bow in the center—then I rip them down the middle. “I want you to feel me come.”
“Now?” she squeaks as I position her at the edge of the desk and wrap her legs around my waist.
“Put your hand around me, Little Flick.” Her lips tremble as she does. “Help me come,” I pant, pinching her clit between my fingers. She’s already soaked and ready. It doesn’t take long to bring her to a climax. Her fingers slacken around my cock, so I take it in my other hand, stroking roughly from shaft to head as her soft whimpers fill the room.
“When I’m gone—when you’re touching yourself and moaning my name—I want you to remember this.”
Her eyes are half-closed, but she still shouts out in shock as I let out an animalistic roar and release my seed all over her perfect slit. I rub my cock over her, smearing myself in with her juices, and she releases a nervous cry when I probe her opening.
“Oh god, Jackson!”
“I’m still not going to fuck you today,” I say through clenched teeth. Though I want to. She’s so tight and her pussy is practically sucking me in with every pulse of her climax. If I take her here, though, on this desk, she’ll never forgive me. She’ll come and she’ll like it but she won’t get over losing her virginity in the middle of my office. And since I plan to enjoy Felicity York for a long time yet, I want her happy.
Pulling her dress back in place, I help her off my desk, kissing her hard as she mumbles something about her thighs being wet. “I’m glad your thighs are wet,” I admit and stroke her flushed cheeks. I cover her mouth with my own again once she starts to whimper about ripped panties. “You should get used to it. Because when I get back from New York, there won’t be a goddamn thing in this world that will keep me from taking what belongs to me.”
Before I leave for New York, I make a few quick stops to send a care package to Felicity. I’ve noticed her dinosaur of a cell phone, and if I have to be away from her for two days, I at least want to see her. It’s after midnight her time when I video call the new phone. I’m almost worried she’s not going to answer, but then she does, rubbing sleepily at her eyes.
“Aren’t you tired?” she yawns. I hear her bed squeak as she moves around and then a faint light illuminates her small bed. The white tank top she has on is so flimsy her dusky pink nipples are visible. Realizing I’m ogling her tits, she tilts the phone to her face, and I grin as two red patches color her cheeks. “It’s after one in New York.”
“I can’t sleep.”
“I can.”
“I was thinking about you. I see you received the phone.” When she presses her lips together demurely and thanks me, I lift my eyebrow. I know for a fact that wasn’t the only gift in that box because I had packed it myself. “Was the box tampered with?” I drawl. “Or is there something else you’re neglecting to mention?”
Her cheeks turn redder, and she glances away from the screen for a moment to catch her breath. “I got the … toy,” she whispers coyly. “And the lube.”
“And the letter?” I demand.
“Yes. I received the letter.”
The letter was short but explicit, detailing all the ways I wanted her to get off while I’m away, and all the ways I’m going to get her off when I come home. I told her we wouldn’t need a vibrating toy since my cock and tongue will take very good care of her.
She closes her eyes, and I can tell she’s recalling every word because she pushes out a shaky breath.
“And do you know why I sent you those things? The phone?” I ask, pushing my hand down in my boxers and jerking my cock until it’s rock hard. She opens her eyes, licks her lips and shrugs. “Because I want to see you come.”
“What?”
“You heard me, sweet. I want to see that little pink cunt quiver and cream. Right. Now.”
Her eyes dart around wildly then she hisses, “My roommate is in the other room with her boyfriend.”
“Do I look like I give a fuck?”
“He’s friends with my ex!” She shouldn’t have told me that because now I’ve even more reason to make her get off with my voice guiding her. I want her ex-boyfriend to know she’s seeing someone. That there’s another man eating her cunt and getting his dick sucked by her. I want him to know she’s mine and that there’s not a damn thing he can do to change that.