Forbidden desires

2

"Are you sure you don't want to come see me this weekend?" I try again.

He exhales but doesn't look up from his work.

"Yes, Rosalia. I'm sure."

I don't stop. My fingers move a little faster, circling where I need them most, as I watch him.

"You really don't want to be here with me? To f**k me until I'm completely wrecked?" I ask, my voice quivering slightly.

This time, his eyes flick up to meet mine.

"You know I f*****g do," he says firmly. "But this isn't the time. It's finals period, and I want you focused, not distracted."

I don't respond immediately, but a tiny, breathy moan slips out before I can stop it, grabbing his attention. His head snaps up, his eyes locking onto mine with a dark, unreadable intensity.

"Rosalia." He says slowly, his voice lower now, almost dangerous.

"Daddy?"

"Are you touching yourself?"

I bite my lip hard, my fingers still moving on my swollen c**t as I nod.

"Y-yes, Daddy."

His jaw clenches, the muscle ticking. For a moment, he doesn't say anything, watches me with a smouldering gaze.

"Show me." He finally says, his tone commanding, leaving no room for argument.

I hesitate only for a second before pushing my chair back, heart pounding as I adjust my phone for a better view. I slide my thong down my legs until it falls to the floor.

The cool air makes me shiver as I place my feet on the chair and spread my thighs wide, exposing my drenched p***y to him. Adrian's eyes darken, his jaw clenched even more.

"Take off your shirt," he orders. "I want to see all of you."

I comply immediately, pulling my shirt over my head. His eyes trace every inch of my body, his gaze hot and possessive. The way he's looking at me, like I'm something he's about to devour, only turns me on even more.

"Buena chica," he murmurs, and that praise makes my stomach flutter. "Now, place your feet on the edge of the desk and spread your pretty legs wider for me. I want to see exactly how wet your p***y is for me."

I plant my feet on the edge of the desk and spread my legs as wide as I can. The wetness between my thighs leaks out, and a soft whimper slips from my lips when I catch his satisfied smirk.

"Buena chica," he says again, his voice full of approval. "You look f*****g perfect. Now, touch yourself for me. Slowly. Start at the top."

I obey, my hand trailing over my breasts and down my stomach, teasing myself as my fingers find their way between my thighs. My eyes stay locked on the screen, on him. My breath hitches as I finally reach my c**t.

"There," Adrian says firmly, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Focus right there. Make little, tight circles, nice and slow. Show me how you tease yourself."

I whimper when I slide my fingers down to my slick p***y, finding it already swollen and aching for him. I let out a soft gasp as I begin to circle my sensitive c**t, feeling the wetness already coating my skin.

The pressure builds immediately, the heat intensifying with every small, slow circle I draw. I close my eyes, biting my lip as my hips start to move on their own.

"Faster," he demands, his voice a little rougher now. "Let me hear your sweet voice."

I let myself go, my fingers moving faster, the sounds of my pleasure filling the room. But then I hear something wet, sloppy, rhythmic sounds coming from my phone. My eyes snap open, and my breath catches as I realise what it is.

"Adrian," I gasp, my voice trembling. "Are you...?"

His lips curl into a wicked smirk, and he shifts the phone just enough to give me a glimpse of his hand gripping his erection, pumping it with slow, steady pressure.

"Couldn't help myself, *gatita*." He says, his voice thick with arousal.

The sight of him, shirtless, his necklaces glinting in the soft light, glasses slightly fogged, and his hand moving fiercely up and down his c**k sends a strong surge of heat through me and I moan loudly. I want him. So badly. Desperately.

"Let me see you," I plead, my voice needy and breathless. "Please, daddy."

"You want to see my c**k, hmm?"

"Yes, master." I breathe.

His smirk is faint but devastating. With a soft grunt, he angles the camera, giving me a full view of his thick and rock-hard c**k.

"Happy now, *bella*?" He asks, squeezing himself, jerking with increasing speed as his eyes never leave mine.

"Very," I whisper, my fingers working faster on my throbbing c**t as I watch him, mesmerised.

"Faster," he commands, his voice breaking through the fog of desire. "Touch yourself like you mean it, *pequeña*, like I'm there with you."

I obey, pressing my fingers harder against my c**t, moving them frantically. Moans escape my lips uncontrollably, and I can hear the satisfaction in his soft grunts as he strokes himself in rhythm with my frantic movements.

"You're doing so well," he praises. "Now, slide a finger inside. f**k yourself for me, *cachorrita*."

I shove one finger into my soaked p***y, slowly at first, savouring the fullness. I moan softly, my eyes glued to the screen —

"*Dios mío*..." he mutters, his eyes never leaving the screen. "You're so f*****g perfect. Keep going. Don't stop."

"Now make yourself c*m, I want to see your sweet p***y clenching around your tiny fingers while you c*m. Do it for me amorina."

His words are the final push I need. The pressure in my core snaps, and I c*m hard, my body shaking, my head

falling back as the orgasm rips through me.

I cry out his name, the sounds of it leaving my lips like a prayer. I keep f*****g myself through the waves of pleasure,until I feel myself collapsing against the chair, panting and trembling.

"f*****g perfect, " he murmurs, watching me with that predatory look in his eyes. "You came so f*****g hard for me like a good girl."

"Please, "I beg. "Let me see you, daddy. I need to see you cum."

He smirks and I watch him as he tugs at his d**k, his hand furiously jerking it until he groans my name and spills his release onto his chest.

My mouth waters at the sight of his thick c*m and my p***y clenches tightly around my fingers still buried inside me. His gaze stays locked on mine, dark and full of satisfaction.

"You did so well, " he whispers, his hand still sliding over his d**k, but now, it's just a lazy satisfied motion. "Next time, I'll be there to f**k you like that and make you c*m with my tongue. To hear you scream my name while I eat your needy, little p***y out."

My p***y squeezes my fingers harder at his words and I smile, feeling a rush of satisfaction over me.

"Can't wait for that, daddy."

The sudden sound of a knock at my door makess my heart skip a beat and I freeze, eyes wide.