Alexis. D. Sterlingの小説

Lila hurried to the kitchen, heart racing, thighs slick, the taste of him still on her tongue.She barely had time to splash cold water on her face and smooth her apron before Mrs. Isabelle’s voice rang out again from upstairs, closer this time.“James? Are you in there?”Footsteps moved toward the office door.Lila froze at the kitchen doorway, breath trapped in her throat.She could still feel the pulse between her legs, the faint ache where he’d stretched her, the sticky warmth of his cum trapped inside the condom he’d pulled off moments ago.If Mrs. Isabelle walked in now… if she saw the disheveled desk, smelled the sex hanging thick in the air…The office door opened upstairs,Mr. James’s voice answered, calm. “In here, Isabelle. Just finishing a call.”Lila pressed herself against the wall, listening as Mrs. Isabelle stepped inside.A pause...,Then Isabelle’s voice, light but curious:“You look… tense. Everything alright?”“Fine,” Mr. James replied smoothly. “Just work. You’re

The lock clicked into place with a soft finality that seemed to echo in Lila’s chest. The office felt smaller now, the air thicker, charged with the scent of coffee, polished wood, and the unmistakable musk of her own arousal still clinging to her skin from last night. She turned slowly, tray forgotten on the side table, and found Mr. James watching her with that same dark, unhurried hunger. He hadn’t moved from his chair, legs spread, belt already loosened, the outline of his cock pressing thick and heavy against his trousers.“Come here,” he said, voice low, almost lazy, but the command was unmistakable.Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs. She took one step, then another, the black lace panties shifting with every movement, the delicate fabric dragging over her swollen clit in a way that made her thighs tremble. By the time she reached him, she was breathing too fast, cheeks burning, the hem of her skirt brushing the tops of her stockings.He leaned forward, elbows on his knees

Lila barely reached the bottom of the stairs before the front door swung open, letting in a rush of cool night air and the sharp click of Mrs. Isabelle James's heels on the marble floor. She stepped inside, coat draped elegantly over one arm, her smile bright but her eyes sharp as they landed on Lila's flushed face and unsteady legs. "Lila, dear," she said, tilting her head with polite concern, "you look quite unwell. Your cheeks are burning red, and your hair is a mess. Are you feeling alright?" Lila forced a shaky nod, hands clasped tightly behind her back to hide the faint stickiness on her fingers, her voice small as she murmured, "Yes, Mrs. Isabelle... the kitchen was just hot, ma'am." But even as she spoke, the ache between her thighs pulsed harder, her soaked folds rubbing with every small shift, a cruel reminder of Mr. James's fingers buried inside her moments ago and the thick cock she'd almost tasted—now denied by the very woman standing in front of her.Mrs. Isabelle no

The door to Mr James’s home office was ajar, just enough for Lila to slip in quietly with the fresh towels.She froze on the threshold as Mr James sat behind the massive oak desk, trousers open, thick cock in his fist, stroking himself with slow, steady pumps.Pre-cum already glistened on the swollen head, sliding down the shaft with every upward pull. His breathing was ragged, eyes half-closed, staring at something on his laptop screen (a paused video, the frame showing a woman’s arched back and parted thighs).Lila’s heart slammed against her ribs. She knew she should back out, pretend she’d seen nothing... but her feet wouldn’t move.He groaned low, hips lifting slightly off the chair. “Fuck, just like that…”His thumb circled the slick tip, spreading the leaking fluid until the entire length shone wet and obscene.The muscles in his forearm flexed with each stroke, veins standing out. He was close. She could see it in the way his balls drew tight, the way his abs tensed under his