π| FIFTY THREE
***This woman, now she knows who she belongs to, totally...***
~Carmen~
A cry left your lips, high pitched from the pleasure, thin from delight as her walls tightened around you.
"Fawwk," you groaned as you came, going semi hard inside her.
She collapsed against your body, tired from the activity.
You held onto her shaky form, your breathing ragged and disorderly.
"That? That was amazing," she murmured as you slipped out of her slowly, deliberately.
She made a small sound.
"You think?" You answer, sarcastic as she leans back to look at you.
"I don't think. I know," she grinned as she corrected you.
The image of her, undressed, her hands over her body came to you.
You reached for her chin, grabbing it and bringing her eyes to yours.
You leaned down well enough to make your position comfortable.
"Don't you ever do what you did today, again, ever."
Her eyes widened a bit.
"Oh, you don't like that? My pussy being touched on video call?"
She was teasing you.
You knew because her eyes were shining with mischief.
"Rachel," you warn.
She shrugs.
"Fine. I won't call you, masturbate and cum to your pretty face ever again," she started. "Unless—"
But she stopped then, her eyes sparkling with something.
"—you ignore me, just like you did today flower," she whined.
Suddenly, it all dawns on you.
Everything instantly begins to make sense—the persistent texts, her anger, the sultry encounter.
She had acted out because you hadn't spoke to her.
"You went to your office and forgot all about me, not even an emoji to tell me that you are fine?"
You began to speak but she interrupts you swiftly.
"You had your chance to speak Carmen. Let me," she hissed.
You back down.
She sounded like she was getting pissed, digging into the memories.
If only she knew that you hadn't been able to forget your night with her all while at work.
If only she knew that your head was filled with nothing but her.
"Don't leave me unread flower, I do not like the feeling that comes after," she explained softly.
You nodded.
"I'm sorry," you apologize, stepping closer to squeeze her thighs.
She grinned.
"You can show me how sorry you are when you grovel at my core later," she teased you.
You found yourself smiling.
"You want there to be a later?"
She looked at you as if you didn't mean to say what you said.
"Of course," she scoffed.
She slid down the couch, standing in her two feet, pressed against you.
You swallowed as an onslaught of heat and fervent need claimed you.
She could that, just by standing close to you, bodies barely touching.
"For now, we both need a shower, and we're gonna get one."
"Oh—"
You didn't even see her hands until they wrapped your member, dangling outside your fly.
Heat moved downwards, bringing blood with it, filling your prick.
Your breathing grew ragged.
"Rachel, let's not—"
"—do this?"
She snickered.
"Oh please Carmen, it's too late to use that line now. Isn't it?"
You groaned as she gently rubbed the pink bulbous head.
"I guess."
...OmaPhinaPhire 🔥