Page 44 of In Death, Love Survives
“Not god, baby. Wolfe.”
“Yes.”
As I watch on, I notice her skirt is starting to rise.
“Pull that skirt up to your waist.”
With a flushed face, she opens her eyes and starts to pull the skirt up, like I requested. We’re both trying to keep her clothed as best as we can, given the situation.
It’s up, and I get to see her beautiful pussy through a lacy cover.
“Matching lace panties. What a beautiful sight to behold.”
She blushes into her shoulder.
“Play with yourself. Show me what you do at home.”
Nova’s fingers tease the edge of her panties before she slips a finger through the side. She closes her eyes once again and starts to rub herself.
“What a pretty girl.”
She moans as she goes further.
“Praise. My good angel likes to be praised. I’ll remember that.”
“Wolfe…”
“Keep going.”
“Mm-hmm.”
“Did you put this on underneath your clothes thinking of me this morning?”
“Yes.”
“Did you already touch yourself today thinking of my cock?”
“Yes.”
She starts to tease her clit more, making her breath hitch slightly.
“You’re so close to coming. I think my girl likes that I’m getting hard watching her play with herself.”
“Yes,” she whimpers.
“Come for me. Give me what I want. I’ll die a happy man getting to see you come.”
Her breathing gets labored as she finally bites down hard on her lip to stifle her scream.
I’m the hardest I’ve ever been in my life, and I haven’t even been able to stroke my cock while this is happening.
As she comes down from her high, her chest slowly stops rising and falling until it finally evens out.
Nova’s eyes open, and a look of dread fills her expression.
“Don’t do that.”
“Wolfe,” she pleads.
