I mentally swore, seeing there were no panties in my draw suitable to wear to work. I easily shrugged it off as I pulled my ripped jeans. Doing up the waist a velvet voice brought me out of my head war.
“You are wearing panties under those tight jeans?” I turned to see him still reading his book, as if I was only hearing things, when his eyes flashed up I knew he did speak. “Are you?”
“Yes.” I swallowed hard, my voice shaky as I spoke.
“Are you sure about that?” He stated, placing his book down next to him.
“Yes.” I tried to sound convincing, but the flash that glinted through his eyes, told me other wise. I turned away from him to change into the top I choose out.
“So,” his voice was right behind me now. “If I was to do this,” he whispered as his hands found my stomach and travelled one down. “I would find you with panties on?” He asked, as his teeth grazed my ear. No words came out of my mouth, and now he was absolutely sure I was lying to him.
“Not going to defend yourself now?” He hummed against my neck, as he undid the bottom of my jeans and unzipped the fly. “If I find that you are lying to me, I won’t be nice.”
He circled one arm around my body, holding me to his chest, while a hand trailed down my stomach and into my jeans. My breath hitches as I felt his fingers graze my clit.
“Well, well, well, the kitten was lying.” He tutted.
Okay, but am I the only one who thinks about what it would be like if you were friends with your favourite artist(s)?
Just think of all the love and support you’d more than likely get from them. Late night calls, good morning texts, y'know- the works. And think about being so close that when things get tough, having them come to you.
I was laying on my stomach, deeply engaged in an episode of Supernatural. I never felt his hands slowly running up my legs until I felt his fingers brush against my core. I started losing focus on Supernatural as his fingers pressed against me harder.
“Pay no attention to me, love. Keep watching your show.” His velvety voice whispered in my ear.
“It’s kinda hard not to pay attention to you, when your fingers are like magic.” I shot back.
“Like magic, you say. Oh baby, you haven’t even seen the full show.” With that, he pushed two fingers inside me as I widened my legs for him.
His fingers moved slowly, torturing me. I felt his arm move under me and lifted my hips up. He then placed a pillow underneath me. I felt him move to sit between my legs, behind me. His hands ran over the curve of my ass, harshly smacking and grabbing both cheeks, making me jolt.
“So round and plump, and all for me.” He said to himself, I let out a small yes as a reply.
“Focus only your show, not me. If you get through the rest of the episode, I’ll let you come. Okay?” He asked, breath floating around my ear.
“Yes, daddy.” I whispered.
“Good girl.” He stated, as he spread my cheeks and attached his mouth to my cunt.
imcalledconnor: For all you lovely Spanish fans :) hope I did your language justice. Lemme know if I pronounced anything wrong! I start getting happy towards the end cause it was my 556th take and it was going well.. haha