Page 28 of Glorious Sinner

Her fingers had disappeared down behind the pale blue cotton and the sight nearly undid me. “That’s it,” I rasped and started sliding down my zipper. “Give that pussy the attention it needs, gentle pressure against your clit to start with. Feel good?”

“Y-yes.” She moaned again.

I got my zipper open and shoved my boxer briefs down at the front, freeing my cock, unable to hold back my groan of relief. I fisted it, long and thick and harder than I could remember it being. “Fuck, Angel, look at me. Look what you did.”

Her knees spread wider, lips parting as she stared down at my hard as fuck cock.

“Put your feet on my knees,” I said. “Thighs nice and wide so you can get your fingers where you need them most.”

“Oh God.” She whimpered. “You’re…you’re so hard and…” She broke off on another moan.

I stroked my cock nice and slow, because right then I wanted to do the opposite. I wanted to pump my cock hard and fast and relieve my throbbing balls, but this wasn’t about me. I had to get Steph there first. “You ready to go under your panties?”

She nodded, her beautiful hair sliding over her shoulder as she did as I asked.

“How wet are you, Steph? Tell me.”

“So wet. I’ve never…I never felt like this before. My skin feels tight and hot and I’m aching.”

Her thighs started to quiver and I started stroking faster. “Slide a finger over your tight little opening.”

Her head fell back and her moans got more insistent.

“It wants to be filled, doesn’t it, Angel? It wants fucking so bad.”

She started shaking, her whole body, her toes curling against my thighs. “Yes. Oh God, yes.”

“Push it in. Push your finger inside, nice and deep. Imagine it’s my hand, my finger. It’s me getting you off. It’s me getting you ready for my cock.”

“Yes…yes, please…” She gasped.

Her hand moving inside her shorts was so fucking hot. “That’s it, faster. Fuck yourself faster for me.”

Her whole body stiffened and her face screwed up, and I knew he was there. He was in her head. “Look at me,” I growled. “Look at me, Stephanie.”

Her eyes popped opened and there was fear there mixed with the pleasure.

“Watch me, Stephanie. Keep your eyes on me.”

Her eyes locked on mine and the fear bled from her eyes, the pleasure taking over again.

Stephanie’s cry filled the room, her desperate whimpers turning me inside out as she shook and sobbed through her first orgasm in a long fucking time.

Seeing that, I couldn’t hold on another moment. A shout erupted from me and I was coming, ropes of come splashing my stomach and chest.

As soon as I was finished, I yanked my shirt closed and caught her when she slumped on the desk, lifting her into my arms. “I’ve got you.” I kissed the top of her head, did up my pants, and carried her out of the office.

Her hand slid up my chest, gripping my shirt. “Thank you,” she said against my throat.

Christ, she had no clue. Didn’t she realize? Didn’t she see?

She’d done more for me than I’d could ever do for her.

8

Stephanie

I woke in Tomas’s bed, in his room. I bolted upright. The bed beside me was empty. The bathroom door was open, no sound coming from inside. He wasn’t here.