Which I know sounds like a load of shit, and you’re probably thinking I’m hyping up my own ego, thinking my woman lovessucking my cock so much she finds peace, but my girl usually carries the weight of the world on her back, and that’s simply not the case right now.
Her shoulders are free from tension, her body is not on high alert the way it normally is, and if I weren’t so intimately familiar with every single thing about Lexi De Luca, I’d likely think she was asleep.
I lost track of what we were talking about on this conference call ten minutes ago, and I’ve made no effort to get caught up. This particular deal has very little to do with us and only requires use of our docks to make it happen, so it’s not as if my input is integral, which makes it the perfect time to enact the next part of my plan.
I slip my palm between her cheek and my thigh, causing Lexi to blink up at me through dark lashes.
I mute the call and switch it to speakerphone so I’ll know if I’m needed.
“You okay, Wildcat?”
She nods sleepily, allowing my cock to slip from between her lips. “So good,” she murmurs.
I smirk. “Good to know you like warming my cock so much. It’s certainly no hardship for me.”
Her eyes roll, but her usual sass is absent.
“Stand for me,” I order softly.
I may not be the most experienced guy in the world, but I know sometimes there’s more control in being gentle, and more importantly, it’s what Lexi needs right now.
Helping her to her feet, she sways slightly, but I keep hold of her hips until I’m certain she’s steady.
I clear the desk in front of us, switching up my original plan. With how soft and docile she is right now, we’ll both benefit from me having more control.
“Bend over for me, Wildcat.”
She doesn’t hesitate to do as she’s told, her body and mind handing themselves to me as if it’s the most natural thing in the world for her to do.
How did I ever think we weren’t made for one another?
Was I so blinded by my own self-hatred that I couldn’t see how perfect we fit?
I glide my palms up the backs of her thighs, slowly inching the soft fabric over her ass until I’m rewarded with a sight I’ll never get used to.
Her soft globes beg for me to spank them, and I allow my palm to crack across the perfect skin, dragging a moan from my girl.
There are a million different things I want to do to this woman, but spanking her fine ass is very high up on the list, and who could blame me?
Her pussy is covered only by the scrap of panties I saw her in this morning, and without a second thought, I gather the string at the back in my palm and tug. It gives way easily, tearing away from her body and leaving her bare to me.
“Did you just rip my panties?” she asks me, her eyes meeting mine over her shoulder.
“Yep.”
“Colten,” she chastises.
“I’d get used to it if I were you.” I smirk, giving her other cheek a slap so it can bloom with color the same way the first has.
God, she’s so fucking pretty in pink.
I drag a finger through her wetness, and we let out a mutual groan. I suspected warming my cock would have her desperate, but I was not prepared for just how soaked she is.
“Is this all for me, Wildcat? All because you had my cock in your pretty mouth?”
“Yes,” she moans, pushing her hips back in search of more friction.
“Such a good girl for me,” I murmur.
