She’s trying to focus and maintain control, and it takes her a second, but she opens the camera, her trembling finger hitting the arrows to spin around to the front camera.
“Now, film my cock ruining your cunt, Miss Pope.”
No face, no names, no talking, that’s what we said. But my reason isn’t just gone, it’s dead, buried somewhere in my psyche. Amber hits record, lowering the phone, and I hook a hand under her knee to open her up. She gasps, trying to stay steady, swallowing down her moans that sound as sweet whimpers in her throat.
“Whenever you want to let some useless college boy fuck you, Miss Pope, watch this video, do you understand?” I breathe against her ear. “Ask yourself if he can fill this pussy as good as I can.”
Too much, too fucking much.No, it’s just the game, the game, the game.
“Yes, sir.” Her voice is strained and soft, one hand holding the phone and the other curled back to clasp around my neck, holding herself steady. She’s playing the game too, playing right into my twisted little fantasy where I ruin her for any other man, where no one can ever compare to me, to the way I make her feel, to the way I make her come. The way I make herscream.
I put my other hand between her legs, spreading the lips of her cunt, circling her swollen clit, and she slams her head back against my shoulder.
“Theo,” she whimpers, the phone slipping from her fingers and hitting the ground with a thud.
“Leave it,” I growl, and pound into her, stroking her clit. Both her hands are curled behind my neck now, her sharp fingertips digging into my skin. Her back arches, she becomes tighter and tighter, sweat running down her spine and pooling between us.
“Fuck, Theo, I’m going to-” She gasps, and then her pussy clenches my cock in a vice grip, her scream filling my office and the fucking cavern of my soul.
“Amber,” I groan into her hair. “Amber,fuck.”
I don’t pull out in time, my release crashing through me like a Mac truck. Two pulses of my cock send hot jets of my cum into her pussy, and with an agonised moan, I grit my teeth and pull out of her. I rub my cock between her legs, the remainder of my release lashing the desk, the floor, and very probably my phone.
Amber collapses onto the desk, her arms outstretched, trying to catch her breath. I run my hands along the divots of her spine, over the beads of sweat coating her golden skin.
“You did so well, honey,” I murmur, and she sighs. “You did so fucking well. You’re incredible. You’re a dream.”
She turns around and perches on the edge of the desk, her chest still pounding. “You came inside me, didn't you?” She grinsas she looks down, and my cock threatens to harden all over again as she clenches her pussy to wring the drops of my release from her. She looks up at me, triumphant, and slides two of her fingers inside her, before putting them in her mouth, drawing them between her lips with a moan.
I’m going to pass out. I’m going to fucking collapse right here, I’m a fucking old man who’s at the risky age for heart attacks, right? Especially when a woman with a body like sin who is half my fucking age is here, tasting the cum I left inside her from her fingers.
“We taste even better together,” she says.
I crush her against me, kissing her with a hunger and fever unlike any I’ve ever felt before.
She’s perfect. Too fucking perfect. She’d be perfect for me. Perfect. Perfect. But no. No, not for me.
7
SUNDAY NIGHT
“How do I look?”Amber tosses her hair over her shoulder and purses her lips. She’s wearing a slinky black slip dress and no bra (thank you, God), her hair curled and her cheeks glowing with some sparkly, bronze rouge.
“You look like you belong on the cover of Vogue,” I tell her, putting an arm around her waist and kissing her.
She hums softly against my lips, and smiles widely. “You smell so good,” she says, putting her nose to my jawline and inhaling. “Oh my god, this is like-” She sniffs again and sighs. “Like the ultimate sexy man smell.”
“Well, thank you, honey.” I dip my face into the crook of her neck and nip at her skin, and she shrieks, her hands sinking into my hair with a laugh.
“Your beard!” She keeps laughing as I pull back, and quickly leans in to press another kiss to my mouth. “It’s so tickly.”
I run a hand over my stubble that isn’t really stubble anymore, and balk for a second. “I probably should have shaved, you look so gorgeous and here I am looking like a lumberjack.”
“No,” she says, shaking her head and draping an arm around my neck, stroking her hand along my jaw. “I like it like this.”
“I’ll leave it then.” I kiss her forehead, and grab my glasses from the side table, slipping them on before retrieving our coats from the hooks on the wall. I help Amber into hers, and the way she tilts her head as I help her into it shows off the graceful length of her neck. I can’t help leaning in to plant another kiss there, which earns me a soft little laugh.
Thankfully it’s dark now, real dark, and we’re once again sneaking out to my car like delinquents. Amber casts a lecherous grin into the back seat, sticking her tongue out as she turns back to me.
