“Oh yeah,” he continued, his hand sliding from my chin to the side of my neck, his thumb stroking my pulse point where my heart was going wild. “I wrapped my fingers around it tight, imagining it was your pretty mouth instead. Slow at first, just teasing the head, feeling that precum leak out because fuck, Elena, you’ve been in my head ever since. I stroked up and down, picturing you on your knees right here, looking up at me with those big eyes, begging to taste me. I went faster, harder, thinking about bending you over this desk, hiking up your skirt, and sliding into that tight little pussy of yours. I can’t get you out of my head. I can’t. I came so hard that day, groaning your name, spilling all over my hand like a fucking teenager. And now? Now you’re here for real, and my cock’s already straining just from looking at you.” My knees were legit weak, like I might collapse if he wasn’t holding me up with that one hand. My whole body was on fire—nipples hard against my bra, clit
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