“Whatever you need just let me know,” closing my eyes my hand finds my wet folds and starts rubbing my clit in small, dizzy circles. “Always here to help.” My voice goes to a soft, sultry whisper.
“Camila, are you all right?” Oh, yes please keep talking . “Am I interrupting something?”
“No, I just woke up.” I lift my hips from my bed, my mouth in the O shape, needing to hear more of his voice.
“I see. Well, I apologize for calling so early. Like I said, I wanted to see how you’re doing and make sure you’re okay.”
“More than okay.”
“I’m glad.” There’s a pause between us. I have no idea what to say. My fingers fuck my pussy, and I want to scream so badly.
“Well, I should get going,” I quickly say, feeling my orgasm coming.
“Sounds good. Oh, and Camila?”
“Yes?”
“Glad I could make your morning.”
No. He doesn’t know. I’m being careful. My mind is all over the place between my orgasm and the fact that Sharp might know what I was doing. Fuck. Not good.
“Well, have a good day.” In a few seconds I scream, letting my orgasm race through my body. Shit, I needed that.
Something catches my eye. Oh shit! No! No!
STARING AT MY PHONE, I make sure I’m not dreaming. Hearing her screaming and knowing what she was doing, fuck, I need her pussy.
Just her pussy, I tell myself. There’s no way I’m feeling anything else. She’s nothing special, but fuck why is she invading my head? Camila isn’t like the other women I’ve been with. There’s something about her, pulling me in, taking me whole. I want to push her limits and know her fears so I can take them away. Fuck, what the hell am I saying? Goddamn it, with her I’m throwing out all my rules.
In a way, a weird way, I like her and know she’s going to be the one to break all my rules.
And honestly, I’m glad.
From what Taylor and Natalie have told me about her, the image I have of her in my mind is nothing like the one I have now. She’s shy, but sexy, and confident, three traits in a woman I find incredible and rare — like Camila. I know that sounds nefarious, but there’s a connection to her I can’t explain. Something about her voice makes things move. I’m fucking hard just from a five-minute conversation.
Pulling up the company’s site, I type in her name and bring up her profile. Camila (she prefers Cam, but I don’t give a shit) Ellison. Her eyes stare back at me and damn those full lips. Fuck, I need a release. I haven’t jerked off since I was a teen. Making sure the door is locked to my office, I pull down my black pants and stroke my hard cock, up and down, with a firm grip while staring at her picture. I imagine those lips around my cock. Sucking and tasting me. Taking me all in. Shit, I’m about to fucking blow. Throwing my head back, I let out a guttural grunt.
Cleaning up my mess I walk around my office thinking of reasons to keep calling her and communicating with her. I need more.
Me: I wish I were there making you scream like that
Camila: OMG, I can’t believe you heard me
Me: Don’t be ashamed, Camila. You sound very sexy pleasuring yourself. One day you’ll have to do it in front of me.
Very nice, I think. Oh, the things I have planned for you.
Me: Nothing to say?
Camila: I’m not sure what to say.
Me: I have that effect on women.
Camila: You’re so cocky!
Sharp: Confident. Not cocky.
My hand grips the corner of my desk. I can’t explain the feelings. This is new to me. I’ve never felt protective over a woman, but with Camila it feels different. Fuck. What the hell am I doing? I don’t give a shit about women. They’re used for my pleasure, and that’s it. I don’t care to know about their pasts and feelings. For some reason I need to know about Camila.
“READY, CAM?”
Bringing myself back to reality, I smile, picking up my notebook and follow Taylor into the conference room. I sit
“Camila, are you all right?” Oh, yes please keep talking . “Am I interrupting something?”
“No, I just woke up.” I lift my hips from my bed, my mouth in the O shape, needing to hear more of his voice.
“I see. Well, I apologize for calling so early. Like I said, I wanted to see how you’re doing and make sure you’re okay.”
“More than okay.”
“I’m glad.” There’s a pause between us. I have no idea what to say. My fingers fuck my pussy, and I want to scream so badly.
“Well, I should get going,” I quickly say, feeling my orgasm coming.
“Sounds good. Oh, and Camila?”
“Yes?”
“Glad I could make your morning.”
No. He doesn’t know. I’m being careful. My mind is all over the place between my orgasm and the fact that Sharp might know what I was doing. Fuck. Not good.
“Well, have a good day.” In a few seconds I scream, letting my orgasm race through my body. Shit, I needed that.
Something catches my eye. Oh shit! No! No!
STARING AT MY PHONE, I make sure I’m not dreaming. Hearing her screaming and knowing what she was doing, fuck, I need her pussy.
Just her pussy, I tell myself. There’s no way I’m feeling anything else. She’s nothing special, but fuck why is she invading my head? Camila isn’t like the other women I’ve been with. There’s something about her, pulling me in, taking me whole. I want to push her limits and know her fears so I can take them away. Fuck, what the hell am I saying? Goddamn it, with her I’m throwing out all my rules.
In a way, a weird way, I like her and know she’s going to be the one to break all my rules.
And honestly, I’m glad.
From what Taylor and Natalie have told me about her, the image I have of her in my mind is nothing like the one I have now. She’s shy, but sexy, and confident, three traits in a woman I find incredible and rare — like Camila. I know that sounds nefarious, but there’s a connection to her I can’t explain. Something about her voice makes things move. I’m fucking hard just from a five-minute conversation.
Pulling up the company’s site, I type in her name and bring up her profile. Camila (she prefers Cam, but I don’t give a shit) Ellison. Her eyes stare back at me and damn those full lips. Fuck, I need a release. I haven’t jerked off since I was a teen. Making sure the door is locked to my office, I pull down my black pants and stroke my hard cock, up and down, with a firm grip while staring at her picture. I imagine those lips around my cock. Sucking and tasting me. Taking me all in. Shit, I’m about to fucking blow. Throwing my head back, I let out a guttural grunt.
Cleaning up my mess I walk around my office thinking of reasons to keep calling her and communicating with her. I need more.
Me: I wish I were there making you scream like that
Camila: OMG, I can’t believe you heard me
Me: Don’t be ashamed, Camila. You sound very sexy pleasuring yourself. One day you’ll have to do it in front of me.
Very nice, I think. Oh, the things I have planned for you.
Me: Nothing to say?
Camila: I’m not sure what to say.
Me: I have that effect on women.
Camila: You’re so cocky!
Sharp: Confident. Not cocky.
My hand grips the corner of my desk. I can’t explain the feelings. This is new to me. I’ve never felt protective over a woman, but with Camila it feels different. Fuck. What the hell am I doing? I don’t give a shit about women. They’re used for my pleasure, and that’s it. I don’t care to know about their pasts and feelings. For some reason I need to know about Camila.
“READY, CAM?”
Bringing myself back to reality, I smile, picking up my notebook and follow Taylor into the conference room. I sit
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