Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33162 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Put your legs up on my desk and spread them open.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He liked that.
“I’m going to get you to say that to me more often.”
“I’ll look forward to it, Sir.”
Yes, he liked the sound of that.
“Now, I want you to put your hand over your pussy.”
She let out a little gasp. “Like this?”
“Yes, exactly like that. Rub yourself over the lace. How does it feel?” he asked.
“So soft.” Another little breathy moan escaped. “And they’re wet, Roman.”
“Tell me, baby, are you missing me?” he asked.
“Yes, so much. So, so, so much. I wish you were here.”
“I will be. Now, slide your fingers beneath the fabric and start to stroke your clit.”
She released another moan. “Oh, Roman,” she said.
The sounds she made were driving him crazy.
****
Chloe couldn’t believe she was doing this. Sitting in Roman’s office chair, naked but for the sexy lingerie he’d gotten her, with her hand beneath the fabric of her panties as she stroked herself. Another moan left her.
“Are you touching your clit?”
“Yes,” she said. Chloe couldn’t believe how wet she was.
Closing her eyes, she imagined Roman there with her. “Are you touching yourself?” she asked. Even as she asked the question, she couldn’t help but feel her face heat up.
“You want me to touch my dick?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then tell me to,” he said.
Chloe couldn’t help but smile, and she stroked her clit, back and forth, over and over. With her eyes closed, she could imagine him standing in front of her, touching his cock. Over the phone line, she heard the unmistakable sound of his zipper opening.
“Touch your cock,” she said.
“I’m holding my dick, baby, and I’m thinking about it being you.”
“Would I be holding it tightly, or just lightly caressing?”
“You’ll hold me just right. You know what I like.” He liked it quite tight, but not painful. He liked to dance on the rough side of things.
She continued to work her clit, imagining him working his dick. Chloe wished he was here right now. She’d be able to touch him, explore his body.
He lied to me.
She ignored that voice in her head—the one that wanted to hate him—but the truth was she couldn’t hate him. Roman had made her fall in love with him, and it wasn’t quite so easy to fall out of love with him. He was her man.
“Slide your fingers down,” Roman said.
She did so.
“Now, press two fingers inside yourself. Are you tight?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Do you wish it was my cock inside you?”
“Yes. Oh, Roman, are you hard?”
“Yes.”
She pumped her fingers in and out of her. “Would you make me suck your cock?”
“Would you like that, baby?”
“Yes. I’d like to feel your big dick inside my mouth.” Without him in the room, Chloe let her imagination run wild. “I love it when you hold my hair, how you tighten it in your fist. I’d love for you to make me go on my knees, order me to open my mouth, and slide your big, fat cock inside my mouth.” She let out a moan. “I don’t even mind if it’s covered in my arousal.” She couldn’t help but lick her lips. “You’d make me lick all of my cum off your cock, getting it nice and wet, and then you’ll have me taking you.”
She was so close to her own peak. Stroking her clit, she let out a moan.
“Roman, I’m going to come.”
“Not yet, tell me more.”
It was too late. She was so close. “Come home and I’ll show you.” She cried out as she came. Rubbing her clit, stroking higher and higher, she let go of the phone to grip the edge of the chair. Afterward, she collapsed against the chair. Picking his phone back up, she said his name but he wasn’t there.
Chloe licked her lips and wondered if he had hung up accidentally, or if he was on the way home. Chloe put the phone back in the cradle and now that Roman wasn’t here, she didn’t want to be in his office. She rushed out of his office and through to the bedroom. One glance in the mirror and she saw that she looked flushed all over. Roman had a good eye. The lingerie set was stunning. She was tempted to remove it, but then changed her mind.
Glancing around the bedroom, she had an idea. She believed he was coming home, so she knelt on the bedroom floor. Chloe quickly ran her fingers through her hair and waited. She didn’t know how long it was, but she heard the apartment door open.
“Chloe?” Roman’s voice echoed off the walls.
“I’m in here,” she said.
Seconds later, he stepped into the room.
“Hello, Sir,” she said, tilting her head back. “I was wondering when you’d arrive.”
“Oh, fuck me. You’re a fucking dream,” he said.
He went to his knees, sinking his fingers into her hair, tilting her head back, and kissing her hard. She released a moan, unable to contain her excitement. Roman ran his hands down her body, going from her hair down, touching her tits, then down even more to her ass.