I’m dragged out of my thoughts by another message, and I just about swallow my tongue when I see what she’s sent.
Wildcat: Just for you *wink emoji*
Wildcat: *sent a photo*
She’s spread across the bed, a layer of dresses beneath her, with her free hand dipped beneath the waistband of her panties.
Fuck.
Every time I think I can’t fall any harder for her, she pulls a stunt like this, and I fall all over again.
CJP: Fuck. Are you feeling needy?
CJP: You have me stroking my cock at work, Wildcat. You’re breathtaking.
Wildcat: I need a little something to take the edge off.
Wildcat: You’ve been working so hard, and I want to help you relieve some tension.
Wildcat: Will you let me help?
Fuuuuuuuuuck.
This woman ruins me.
Obviously, I’m far from the only person she messages like this, but I’ve seen those messages, I’ve watched the conversations happen in real time, and I’ve watched her on the cameras in her bedroom at the estate.
The things she says she’s doing in the messages to me? She’s actually doing them.
But to everyone else? She’s usually cleaning her bedroom or reading a book.
And you have no idea what that knowledge does to me, even if I came by it less than morally.
CJP: You know I will.
Wildcat: If I were there with you, I’d slip beneath your desk and wrap my lips around your cock. Just softly to begin with. Not moving, just enjoying having you in my mouth as you work.
CJP: I think my cock would be more than happy to be warmed by any of your holes.
Wildcat: Occasionally you’d lose your train of thought and fuck my mouth, making me choke around you before going back to work while I gently lap at the underside of your cock.
The picture she’s painting is so vivid I can barely breathe as I stroke myself roughly. Every time we do this, I promise myself I’ll take my time, that I’ll make it last because I don’t know how much longer I’ll have this part of her, but I’m greedy when it comes to Lexi, and I can’t force myself to take it slow, no matter how good my intentions are.
CJP: The fact you think I’d be able to stop without spilling all over your face means you’re giving me far too much credit.
Wildcat: You and I both know I’d like it if you took control, and I happen to think your cum all over my face would be hot as fuck.
I often wonder what she’s thinking about during these conversations, because while I know she gets herself off the same way I do, there’s no amount of stalking that will read her mind, much to my constant dismay.
CJP: Yeah? You want to submit to me, Wildcat? You want me to bend you over my desk and fuck your tight holes until you can’t tell where you end and I begin?
Wildcat: More than anything.
I press my eyes closed and force a deep breath into my lungs to stave off my impending release. I may never have touched another woman, but that doesn’t mean I’m clueless, and mytastes lean toward the darkness that Lexi seems to enjoy dipping her toes into.
Not that she’s much more experienced than I am. Her father made her fear men from a young age, and her experiences since have made her even more hesitant to explore her desires.
CJP: Do you think you could keep quiet if I had to take a call while I fucked you? Do you think you could keep your needy moans to yourself while I took care of business?
