Watch Me (Private Listing #1)

I tip back in my chair as she approaches. “You ready for us, sweetheart?”

Her eyes widen, and she bites down on her lip. Fuck if I’ve ever seen anything sexier. She’s like this naughty package wrapped up in an innocent wrapping. I know what she did with Noah, and on Seth’s desk for him and Blake.

I’ve barely gotten any quality time with her. But right now, I have her all to myself. I glance at the open door and hold my hand out to her. When she takes it, I pull her in front of my chair.

I meet her eyes. “Take off your panties.”

She glances toward the door as she steps out of her heels, but then lifts her skirt to shimmy out of her lacy panties. She didn’t wear stockings today, so it’s all smooth, bare skin from the waist down.

When I hold out my hand, she hands her panties to me without me needing to say anything. I shove them into my front pocket. Leaning forward, I catch the hem of her skirt and lift it slowly, watching every beautiful inch of skin revealed.

Her breath hitches, and I can feel her thighs tremble beneath my touch.

“Who’s kissed you this week, sweetheart?” I pause midway up her thighs to watch her expressive face.

“Just Noah.” Her blue eyes darken with desire. She doesn’t drop her gaze from mine. Her voice is a little breathless, and her breasts rise and fall with each breath. Her tight nipples press against the fabric of her dress, begging for my touch and my mouth.

I want to savor every inch of her.

“Who’s fucked you?” I inch her hem up again.

“No one.”

I tsk. “That’s a shame.”

She lets out a little whimper that makes my dick even harder.

“Who’s gotten you off?” I meet her eyes again, tracing my finger over the inside of her thigh.

“Noah, Blake, and Seth, though Seth had me do it myself for him.” She bites her lip as I ease her skirt up so I can see her perfect pussy.

I smile. That makes sense. Seth likes to watch as much as he likes to participate. She’ll find out soon enough that all of us will like to watch her get fucked. And fuck her while being watched.

“But I haven’t?” I arch an eyebrow at her.

She shakes her head.

“Has anyone sucked your pretty clit yet?”

Biting her lip, she shakes her head again. That look in her eyes is hunger, want, desire, all rolled into one.

“Turn around, sweetheart.”

When she obeys me, my dick weeps a little. I could stand and fuck her right now, and she’d let me in. She’d cry out my name and milk me fucking dry. Such an obedient pupil.

“Bend over and spread your legs.” I stay seated behind her.

She leans over the conference table and rests her chest down on it. She spreads her legs and I get a full view. I drape her skirt over her waist and just look at her wet pussy.

Begging me to touch it. To feed it every inch of my hard length. To make it pulse around me in blissful orgasms.

Her breathing is heavy, and her fingers clutch at the table.

“Do you want me to get you off, sweetheart?” I lightly touch the backs of her thighs and she jerks a little. So fucking sensitive.

“Yes, please.” Her words are almost a whisper, but I hear them.

“What do you want me to use?” I stroke my fingers down her thigh. “My fingers? My tongue? Or my cock?”