Page 18 of Texting the CEO's Obsession
Her response reeks of the wrong kind of nerves. I’m half tempted to show her exactly how hard she got me with a single picture and her adorable brand of innocence. Reassurance will get me farther, though.
Nick: I’ll have you every which way you let me, Princess, but if you just want to relax, I can behave.
Sure, my hand is on my cock, and I have no intention of stopping until I make myself come, but she doesn’t need to know that. I can imagine her in all kinds of filthy positions while I chat about silly little things to keep her calm after a long day.
She’ll be begging for me to fuck her sooner or later; there’s no need to rush.
Aside from the time I pushed her up against a wall and got a taste at that Halloween party, I’ve survived on my imagination so far. I can wait a little longer if I have to. Just thinking of her all dressed up as a sexy Belle from Beauty and the Beast makes my mouth water. I didn’t think too much of anything that night when I agreed to allow the company Halloween party to be held at my west side estate. There was no way in hell I’d let them in my main home, but my PR advisor said something more personal would be good for morale.
Nonetheless, the moment I laid my eyes on her there, the whole thing became worth it. The fact that she seemed to be so out ofplace drew me in. But the shots… I watched her take them, one after another, with her friend. A different side of her opened up, one that intrigued me and called to the darkness within me.
I couldn’t resist myself. I saw the potential and when I finally got my hands on her, I knew I wasn’t going to let her go. I wanted her close… whether she agreed to it or not.
Riley: I don’t want you to stop.
Riley: I think I like this.
Fuck, I wish I could see her right now. Just her face would be enough, those doe eyes and plush pink lips.
I don’t want to see her naked until I can touch her. Seeing that too soon would only ruin the excitement and piss me off.
Nick: You think, or you do?
It’s both a genuine check in and a need to make her admit it.
I groan and grind my hips up into my fist when her response comes through.
Riley: I do. I want you to walk me through it. Please?
Perfect fucking girl. God, she’s such a natural. I’ll hardly even have to train her when I finally get her on her knees. She’ll look so sweet asking me to use her.
Nick: Such good manners—how could I say no?
Nick: I want you to touch yourself for me. Trace your fingers over those gorgeous tits, down your ribs to your hips. Slide them over your clit slow and steady, tease yourself until you can’t take it anymore, and then stretch yourself out for me. I want you to imagine it’s me when you push your fingers inside yourself.
I’ve imagined Riley touching herself before. Thought about what she would look like bent over with her fingers buried in her pussy, wetness running down her thighs, begging me for more. Fuck, I’vefeltthat pussy around my own fingers and muffled her cries with my mouth.
Knowing that she’s listening to my instructions on how to get herself off is better than anything I’ve done before. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I fuck my hand, planting my feet on the bed so I can get just the right angle to rub over the head of my cock, imagining it’s her tongue.
Riley: Fuck. Starting to really wish you were here.
A low, teasing laugh bubbles up from my gut even though she’s not here to hear it. I’m sure it would make her shiver in anticipation.
Nick: Me too, Princess. You’d feel so much better wrapped around me than my hand does. My cock would stretch you out more than your fingers can. I’d fill you all the way up, reach deeper inside you than anyone else ever has.
God, deciding not to ask her for pictures was a mistake, but I won’t change my mind now. It’s uttertorturedoing this,knowing that it would likely only take a single request to see everything I’ve only imagined up until now.
It’ll make getting her beneath me even sweeter in the long run.
Riley: It’s been a long time for me. I doubt I’d even remember what anyone else felt like.
Oh,fuck.
A moan tears out of me as I throw my head back, picking up the pace while need burns through my veins. That would be a line if it came from anyone else, but I know she’s being serious. It makes me want to brand my fucking name into her skin.
I don’t want her to ever think about anyone but me again.
Riley: I’m close. It feels so good, but I know it would be better if it was you.
