DON’T STOP (Lila and Darrell) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Darrell

I watched her fingers hook under the waistband of her panties, the black lace catching briefly on her hips before she tagged them down slowly, almost reluctant, but not stoppitig. She lifted her hips just enough to slide them past her thighs, letting them drop to the floor in a soft heap. The air inthe office felt thicker now, charged, like the moment before a storm breaks.

Her skirt was already bunched at her waist. She hesitated again, her eyes flicking to mine, sore hung for mercy she knew wasn’t coming, then hooked her knees over the arms of the chair. The motion spread her wide, open, and vulnerable. Her pussy glistened under the fluorescent light, lips swollen and slick, clit peeking out like it was begging for attention she hadn’t yet allowed herself to give.

Fuck. My cock throbbed hard against my slacks. I didn’t adjust it. Let her see the outline; let her know exactly what this was doing to me.

“Beautiful.” I murmured, low enough that it almost sounded like praise. Almost. “Now touch yourself. Exactly how when you’re alone thinking about me. No pretending. No holding back.”

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Her right hand trembled as it drifted down between her legs. She started tentatively-two fingers sliding along her slit. gathering wetness, spreading it in slow, uncertain strokes. Her breath hitched the first time her fingertips brushed her clit.

“Eyes on me,” I reminded her.

She obeyed. Her gaze locked with mine. They were wide, glassy, humiliated, and hungry all at once. Her fingers circled now, small, light motions that made her hips twitch involuntarily.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I said. “Right now. While you’re doing that.”

She bit her lip hard enough I thought she might draw blood. “About… about Friday. The call. Hearing you stroke yourself. The sounds. Your voice telling me what to do.”

“Good.” I leaned forward slightly, elbows on my knees. “Faster. Use your other hand-spread yourself open so I can see everything.”

Her left hand moved, fingers parting her folds, exposing the slick pink center. She whimpered at the exposure, at the cool air hitting her, at me watching every filthy detail.

“Slide two fingers inside,” I ordered. “Deep. Curl them. Find that spot that makes your toes curl.”

She pushed in, slowly at first, gasping at the stretch, then deeper. Her head fell back against the chair for a second before she remembered and snapped her eyes back to mine.

“Like that?” she whispered, her voice wrecked.

“Exactly like that.” My own hand drifted to my belt, unbuckling it slowly, deliberately. The metallic clink made her flinch. I didn’t unzip yet-just palmed myself over the fabric, letting her hear the low groan I couldn’t hold back. “Keep fucking yourself. Hard now. Pretend it’s me.”

Her rhythm picked up-wet, obscene sounds filling the quiet office. Her hips rocked up to meet her hand in small, desperate thrusts. Sweat beaded along her collarbone. Her moans were soft at first, then louder, less controlled.

“Darrell-” she gasped, fingers pumping faster. “I’m… I’m close.”

“Not yet.” I stood then, stepping between her spread thighs but not touching her. Just close enough that she could feel the heat radiating off me. I finally unzipped, pulling my cock free-thick, hard, already leaking at the up. I stroked once, slow,

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Chapter 54

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“Beg,” I said quietly.

“Please…” The word broke on a sob. “Please, Darell I need I need your Purke We?

I crouched again, this time close enough to feel the heat coming off her I dragged the be

the tip, coating myself in her wetness, teasing her entrance without pushing i

“Say it properly,” I growled. “Tell me exactly what you want”

“I want your cock inside me,” she choked out. “Please… fuck me on your desk. Kas me 16 TRA Just… please.”

That was it.

I surged up, gripped her hips, and yanked her forward until her ass was perched on the very wigs of the child the use thrust and I buried myself to the hilt-deep, brutal, no preamble. She cried out, her nada digging into my benden grante my shirt.

“Fuck,” I hissed against her neck. “So tight. So fucking wet for me?

I didn’t give her time to adjust. Pulled out almost all the way, slammed back in-hard, relendess The diet cocked veter se Papers scattered from the desk behind me, I didn’t care.

Her legs wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my lower back, urging me deeper. Her moans turned wo brot pleas-my name over and over, like a chant.

I fucked her like I’d been starving for it. Like every stroke was/payback for the weeks of teasing the hidden camera. She cal the waiting. Her walls clenched around me, fluttering, pulling me in tighter.

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“Come,” I snarled against her ear. “Come on my cock. Now”

She shattered, her back arching, a raw scream tearing out of her throat as she pulsed around me, soaking us both. Th of it-her face wrecked, body shaking-tipped me over,

I thrust once more, deep, and came hard inside her-hot, thick pulses that made her whumper and clench again. I hold ber there, hips locked together, riding out the aftershocks until we were both trembling

For long seconds, only our ragged breathing filled the room.

Then I pulled out slowly, watching the way my cum leaked from her, dripping down her thighs onto the chair

I straightened my clothes, tucked myself away, and looked down at her-flushed, disheveled skirt sull rucked up, legs spread.

“Thursday,” I said, my voice rough but calm. “Noon. Same time. Same place”

I walked to the adjoining door leading to the bathroom and opened it

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