Page 26 of Hotline
“Skirt. Button-down. But you already know that.”
I grip my cock, the tip leaking all the way down to my balls.
"Did I buy you all of those things?" I say, palming the tip of my dick. I groan as all of the wetness lubes it up. I can only imagine what her pussy is going to do to me. I crave it. I'm on the verge of marching in there and finally taking what's mine.
"Yes," she says, mischief brewing in her voice.
"Seems I should be allowed to peel it all off of you too."
"You read my mind, boss."
A groan rumbles through me. You could measure it on the Richter scale.
"I want you to sit at your desk and slide your panties out of the way. Put one foot on the desk. Spread your legs. Wide."
"Done."
Good girl.
My brain locks in on her pussy. I know how sweet she's going to be and how crazy it's going to make me. It's already making me crazy, and I haven't even had a taste yet.
"Tell me how wet you are."
"I'm wet," she whispers. "Very. Very wet."
"Wet enough for me to slide right in?" I choke the base of my dick.
"On sight," she breathes. "I'm good and ready for it."
"Want me to take it raw?"
"Uh-huh," it comes out as a whine. "What else would you do?"
"I'd palm your tits and pinch your pink little nipples until you scream. I'd dive between your legs and suck it until you can't breathe. I'd rip your clothes off and bend you over and slide a finger in your ass to tease you. Do you want that?"
"Only if it's you," she whispers. Her breathing comes out more shallow than before. Little whimpers drift through the phone.
My cock shoots out a spurt of precum. Jesus. It lands on my shirt. It's going to be a geyser when I finally get inside her warm little pussy. I can only imagine how far up it's going to go. Enough to knock her up and keep us together for-fucking-ever.
"I'm going to plug you up so fucking good. A finger in your ass and my dick in your pussy. Stretched out so we're sealed together. Not a drop of cum is going to escape."
She whimpers and lets out a choked sigh.
"I don't want anything else inside you," I hiss through bared teeth. "The only thing I want in you is me."
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “Oh god.”
“Put the tip of your finger against your pussy,” I churn out through gritted teeth. “But don’t go in. Just give it the tiniest bit of pressure. Rub your clit nice and slow.”
“Mr. Lennox,” she whines. “I can’t take it anymore. It feels too fucking good.”
“That pussy going to bust?” I groan.
“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, yes, yes!”
I’m jerking myself so hard that it’s cutting off the circulation in my throat. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t feel anything but my unending desire to cum deep inside Opal. Plant my seed in her. Keep her here with me. Forever.
I swallow thickly.
