My own wetness started to flood my underwear. An ache started between my legs. I had never been as turned on as right now as I watched Pearluseme for her pleasure.
Her cunt started to pulsate around me.
“Stop.”
She let out a groan. Music to my fucking ears. Her wetness gushed down my fingers, letting me know just how desperate she was.
“Please, Emerson,” she whined. “Please make me come.”
“But I’m not supposed to make you come, remember?” I brought my thumb to her clit, putting pressure on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and her whole body jerked.
“Emerson…”
“Use your words, Pearl. Don’t tell me that smart mouth of yours doesn’t work now that my fingers are deep inside you?”
Her fingers dug into my shoulders. Her breath hitched. Tears were forming in her eyes. I wanted to watch them fall. Wanted to watch her make a mess of herself as she cried for me.
So beautiful. Especially when she begs.
“I’m sorry, Emerson, I’ll be your good little slut. I’ll fuck myself like you want me to. Please.Pleaselet me come.”
Heat burst through me, curling in my belly. From the moment she bent down to get in my car, all I wanted was to ravish her. Fuck that—from the moment she walked out of my office, moving those hips, making my mouth water.
She needed to get used to how this would work between us.
“Better,“ I praised as I bit on a nipple. “Now make yourself come. I won’t stop you this time.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She fucked my fingers in earnest, her moans filling the room. I looked up to take in her beautiful face. Sweat dripped from her brow. Her breathing was heavy, coming in gasps between her moans.
“That’s right,” I groaned. “Come for me, my pretty slut.”
She fell apart then, her cunt fluttering around my fingers. Her hips gave a few jerks before she froze against me as the orgasm ran through her body. Her sigh of relief was sinful.
And when she finally opened her eyes to look at me, I grabbed the back of her neck, forcing her lips to mine as my fingers still rocked into her.
She groaned against my lips but met my kiss with equal ferocity.
This is dangerous,my mind told me as I got lost in Pearl.
But I didn’t give a fuck about that voice.
The clack of Pearl’s heels let me know she was coming down the stairs, and I braced myself, knowing any of the outfits I’d picked would look perfect on her.
I wanted to pamper her every chance I got. It wasn’t just clothes. I’d also bought her skincare products, hair products, makeup, and I’d buy her whatever she wanted. She deserved it.
I remember watching her wear the same clothes over and over again. She kept them pristine, but because I was constantly watching her, I noticed she rarely got new clothes. Never got a new backpack.
I made sure she had a choice. She had a closet full of clothes, but I carefully laid out a few options I wouldliketo see her in. I did it while she was in the shower, and, fuck, it had taken all my willpower not to go in there and just watch.
Touching would be better, but watching would tide me over until I could.
So I left.
But even knowing what she’d be wearing, it didn’t stop the breath from leaving me when she came down in a tight white shirt and a flowy dark green skirt, belted at the waist, accentuating her hips.
It was simple—innocent even. But that was what made it so perfect on her.
She gave me a twirl.
