“Yeah, okay. I’ll show you quickly.”
“Hmm,” I say, pressing the button.
She walks over, moving her hips a little more than before. It’s not like I need any temptation to gorge on her with my gaze.
She stands at the edge of my desk, her hands clasped in front of her.
“They’re on my upper legs,” she murmurs. “I figured they’d be easier to hide that way if I needed to.”
My hands are shaking. My helm feels like it could erupt. My balls are hurting. They’re so full as if my seed has been waiting for this moment.
“Show me, then,” I say commandingly, tone hard.
I can’t stop now.
Her hands shake as she reaches for her button. She looks at me one more time, her eyes wide and hot as hell, then looks down as she unbuttons her jeans and wriggles them down.
She reveals her thick thighs to me slowly, inching her jeans to around her knees.
I barely suppress a snarl as she exposes her thick naked legs. Colorful tattoos move across one, a fantasy scene, with a darker piece on the other.
The artwork is refined and seamless.
But I hardly focus on them. Instead, it’s her legs and panties, pink panties with a….
I walk around the desk right over to her. I can’t stop.
Her panties have got a spot of wetness on them. Like she’s already seeping for me.
This could be the end of everything.
My career. My friendship with Julian.
Maybe I’ve misread everything.
But before I can stop myself, I say it, my voice trembling as much as my hungry body.
“Are you already wet for me, Lauren?”
She stares up, her eyes flitting with panic for a moment, but then her expression hardens.
It’s like she summons her courage.
“Y-yes,” she says.
But then it fails her.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you ever be sorry for that.”
I press my hand down on her panties, feeling her juicy pussy beneath it, her thick eager lips, and her sex-gushing wetness.
She whimpers, raising her hand as if to place it on me, then stops.
“Do whatever you want to do,” I snarl. “As I make your pussy cream for me, do any fucking thing you want.”
Stop, stop, stop, it’s Julian’s voice in my mind.