Page 81 of Corrupt Game

After my mother’s death, he seemed to give up for months at a time. He’d check in and oversee me for a few days or a week, then I’d be able to fly under the radar.

I had never gotten over the small space he’d given me. There had been dozens of rooms in that house, but I’d been stuck in one the size of a prison cell. He never passed up an opportunity to make me feel small.

This room might not be as large as I wanted it, but I could live with that for the few times I was here when training an assistant.

Tossing my clothes into the hamper, I slid in between the silk sheets only to stare at the ceiling.

Collette was below me, but it might as well have been miles for all the good it was doing either one of us.

I pulled up the video for just a minute from my phone.

She hadn’t touched herself or made any move to be sexual. It was as if my mood had matched hers and we both weren’t in the mood. It did happen on occasion.

What would it be like to have her here beside me? Not just in bed, but in life?

That had never even been a thought before and now I was trying to imagine how it would be to wake up next to her.

Her naked body just asking for me to touch it. When she’d wake up, her eyes would be hooded with a combination of sleep and lust.

My head would find its way between her legs as I’d give her a good morning kiss on her little nub. Tongue flicking out to massage it until she began to groan.

Certain she was dreaming about what I was doing to her, in my mind, I spread her legs to get a better angle.

There would be nothing better than diving into her sweetness.

Her smell was heavenly and made me want to stay between her legs for days. Addicting, her moans only added to what I needed to get me good and hard.

I reached for my rock solid member and stroked it through my underwear as I imagined her response. My imagination took over even further and I fell deeper into my fantasy.

Ankles curling onto my shoulders, her hands make their way into my hair.

That was something I rarely let one of my assistants do, but the thought of her fingers in my hair made me groan and rub my cock harder.

With a light tug, she made me suck harder on her nub while fucking her with my tongue.

Slower and harder, she responded by loosening her hold on my hair or digging her heels into my shoulders as she came with a scream.

My cock sprang from my boxers, eager to be free.

I groaned as my hand moved up and down the veiny shaft. Unwilling to let me give her all the pleasure, she pushed me onto my back. Her mouth engulfed the swollen head, and I almost came right then.

The way she gently took it between her lips. Her tongue flitted around the head as her hand rolled my balls between her fingers.

“Don’t stop.” I groaned and my hand moved faster. The precum from the tip giving me a natural lube.

Picturing her looking at me through her long lashes pushed me over the edge.

“I’m coming.” My yell echoed through the room as I ejaculated straight into the air. Drops began to land on my heaving chest as it continued to spurt out.

Finally, exhausted and spent, I closed my eyes, unable to even care about cleaning up.

Something I would completely be upset about the next day when my sheets were ruined.

With a grunt, I got up and made my way into the shower. It was the only way to get everything off in the easiest manner.

The cold water woke me up slightly.

If Collette were here, then we could have cleaned off together. It would have meant that we’d wind up getting messy for a second time, but I would have been willing to deal with that.