Because I'm thinking of doing all those things to her, taking her in every way I can.
I never had office-based fantasies, but I sure as shit do now.
And they are fucking hot.
I start to work my cock harder, faster, thinking of all the dirty things I want to do to her. And I think the list may be endless.
I didn't lie about having her fantasize about someone else. It does turn me on. As long as it is just a name of some dude who is hot, a dude she doesn't want to fuck.
I want to make her want to fuck him and then step in and be the one to have her.
I groan.
The thought is fucking smoking.
And Lola? She is working that sweet pussy, her panties showing me her fingers now that they have twisted a little from her ministrations.
She strokes herself harder now, thumb working her clit,finger appearing and disappearing as she fucks herself, and I time my jacking off to hers.
As she jerks and shudders while she comes, I come too, into the napkins I left from the last time I had pizza.
I can't help but think I need to find a way to make those dirty things I want to do to Lola a reality.
Chapter Nineteen
LOLA
I'm shaking.The thing is that I'm both satisfied and unsatisfied.
Me
Happy?
Alex
Very.
Of course, he is fucking happy, he is a guy.
But that is not why I'm unsatisfied.
I was close, so damn close to coming when Enzo texted.
There is fantasy and real life, and that was almost a lady boner killer.
Almost, because I had the fantasy on my computer.
I don't have a picture of Alex's face to gaze at, and I have searched Alex Blatt to no avail. Nothing came up.
Well, things did. Men did, but none of them was him. And yeah, Ruby would call me stupid for thinking that. She would be right.
I don't even know what he looks like, but there was the photo he sent. It felt real.
And all the Alexes I found didn't fit. Some were in the film industry behind the scenes. Others were married or too young. Or not the type of men who would ask me to skinny dip in a stranger's pool in a backyard in NY.
So, there was no Alex to look at, but there were photos of Enzo.
And I had that up on my computer in a corner as I listened and half-watched a movie while trying to read a book. Not that I could concentrate before Alex texted...my mind was on him and the whole fantasy of the other night. And because I had only one piece of eye candy, a piece he chose the other day, I wanted to masturbate to Enzo and think of Alex...and then he texted.
