I yank my skirt up over my hips so that it's bunched around my waist, and pull my panties down to my knees, not even bothering to take them all the way off. They're damp, the way they've been since this morning when Gaige gave me his gift.
Bending over and supporting myself with one hand on the bed, I reach between my legs with the other hand, my fingers finding my clit immediately. The immediate sense of relief when I touch myself is palpable, and I hear a moan escape my lips, far too loud to be appropriate if anyone were nearby.
But I can't think about anything except the fact that that total manwhore is making me wet.
I should feel humiliated and disgusted because all I've been thinking about today is Gaige bending me over the desk in my office.
Gaige pulls my panties down roughly, his hand connecting with my ass cheek before I even realize what he's doing. The vibration from the blow reverberates through me, sending a tingle directly to my core. He slides his finger between my legs, growling when he reaches my entrance. "So wet for me," he says. "You think I don't know you've been fantasizing about me? Tell me what you've been thinking about."
"Your…cock," I gasp as he enters me with his fingers, immediately finding the sensitive spot inside me that makes my toes curl. I look over my shoulder at him, and the expression on his face – dark and lust-filled – makes me more turned on than ever.
I slide my fingers lower, until they're inside me, and with my palm pressed hard against my clit, I stroke myself.
While bent over the bed, imagining it's Gaige fucking me from behind.
Something is incredibly wrong with me.
He slides his fingers out of me, taking away his touch, and I whimper at the loss. "Not good enough, Delaney," he says, his voice low. I watch over my shoulder as he unbuckles his belt, pulling it slowly from his pants.
What is he going to do with it? My breath hitches in my throat, my heart racing with anticipation, but he drops it to the floor. The twinge of disappointment I feel only lasts for a moment before he unbuckles his pants and they fall to his knees. When he brings out his huge erect cock, I practically salivate.
"This is what you want?" he asks.
I swallow hard. "Yes. Your…cock inside me."
"What would you like me to do, Delaney?" he asks, stroking his length before guiding his cock to my *. When he touches the tip – just barely – to my entrance, I shudder. "Tell me what you've fantasized about. Have you thought about the way my cock would feel inside your tight *?"
"Yes." The word comes out like a breath.
"Say it," he orders.
"I've thought about you fucking me," I whisper. "I've thought about you bending me over and shoving your cock inside me and fucking me hard and rough and taking everything you want from me. I've touched myself thinking about –"
I don't get to finish. He thrusts his cock inside me in one movement, his hands gripping my hips as he pulls me against him. It's rough and deep and unexpected, and I let out a long moan.
Then he pauses. "Continue," he says, unmoving inside me. My * throbs around him, twitching, squeezing him, willing him to move
If he moves, I'll come so quickly.
"I've touched myself thinking about you coming inside me," I whisper, articulating my deepest fantasy. "I've touched myself thinking about your hot cum dripping from me."
He doesn't hold back, thrusting into me with abandon, rough and deep.
I fuck myself with my fingers, so close to coming at the thought of Gaige inside me.
I can barely hold back. I'm on the edge, so close, and when I bare myself fully to him, telling him my deepest fantasy, I come so hard that I swear I see stars: "I've come thinking about you filling me up, making me pregnant."
"Damn it, Delaney," Gaige says, his fingers gripping me tightly as he pumps into me and fills me with his hot seed. My * milks him for every last drop.
"Shit," I groan, as the image of Gaige coming inside me pushes me completely over the edge.
Afterward, I sink onto the bed, my skirt still around my waist, panties around my thighs.
What the hell just came over me?
CHAPTER SEVEN
Gaige
"How was your day, darlin'?" I pause in her doorway, leaning against the door frame. My day consisted of the usual -- spending a few hours in the gym and then physical therapy -- but preceded by a visit to Delaney's office. Screwing around with Delaney isn't on my usual list of activities, so I had something extra to look forward to this morning. I woke with a spring in my step. As much as I could have a spring in my step with this boot on my damn foot, anyway.