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God, what am I doing? He could be watching.
Holy hell,my pussy floods with arousal.
My neck tilts, baring my throat as I arch, imagining Maddox lifting me, ripping my thighs open, then clamping his mouth on my pussy. His growl sending tremors through my body.
“Oh, yes, fuck.”
My legs wobble as I circle my clit, widening my legs as I imagine him eating me like an animal. I press my other hand against the glass and lean in so my nipples brush the cold surface.
“Yes, oh, fuck,” I moan louder.
Do I want him to see me?
No. Yes.
I’m lying to myself.
It’s late afternoon, so surely Maddox is at work or in a meeting, not watching me.
But what if he is?
I rub harder, imagining his cock hardening as he watches me touching and pleasuring myself. The clench of his fist as he has to maintain a straight face for his colleagues.
Or is he in a private office and has his cock in his hand, jerking off to my moans?
I glance over my shoulder.
Then bend, pressing my fingers inside me.
“Fuck,” I cry out, tipping right to the edge.
I fling my head back and rub my clit vigorously with one hand and finger fuck my pussy. There is no vibrator in this room but with the image of Maddox watching me and the fantasy of last night lingering, I’m so damn close.
“Jesus.”
My nipples lift from the glass, then gently touch it, and the stimulation launches me into the hemisphere.
“Yes, yes, oh, god.” I scream as my body shudders and a powerful orgasm rips through me.
Holy fucking hell.
I pull my fingers out and palm the window to steady myself and stare out into the city.
Manhattan is still there, and I’m still here.
In my prison.
Pleasuring myself with fantasies of the man holding me captive.
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I sit listening to my team going through their financial results for the month and glare at the screen of my phone.
What the fuck does she think she is doing?