#kyleigh talks

It was getting harder to focus now. Every stroke of his fingers made your legs clench around his wrist tighter. Back arched against your boyfriends chest in his gaming chair.

It was pure agonizing pleasure.

About an hour ago you entered his office with a water and a kiss to the cheek. you saw he been playing one of his favorite games, geoguessr and he asked you to join him.

So you sat on his lap and it started out wholesome as you both took turns. Until an idea sparked in his head.

“If you can be a good and guess them right, ill reward you, yeah?” he had said.

the more you had guess right or, somewhat close to the pin, the more bold his touches got. Until eventually he was slipping a hand into your panties and expertly started to fingering you.

You were practically soaked through your underwear with the amout of teasing he was doing. Fingers circling your clit slow and easy. It made your toes curl.

He had ripped your sweatpants some time ago, leaving you in just your underwear and his old t-shirt you loved wearing just to give a rise out of him. Which seemed to work in your favor. because now you were shaking in his lap and throwing your head back.

He was quick to hault his movements, already moving slowly on your clit but stopping all together now.

“None of that.” he used his free hand to grab your chin, gently guiding you. “tilt your head back up, look at the screen baby, where is that?” he snapped you out of your daze, you let out a whine as you drag the cursor over the map.

You had no clue.

The longer it took you to search the terrain, it prevented his fingers from moving. You tried to pursued him to continue by shifting your hips. he wasn’t having any that. Grabbing your waist with his free hand and squeezing the exposed flesh there to get you back on track.

“Be a good girl. don’t. move.” he hissed in your ear. You immediately sat back up with a mewl.

Not being able to think straight. You dropped the pin in a random location. That was completely wrong. You guessed Belgium, when it was some spot in Finland.

“Try again baby, im not moving until you get it right.” he urges. his hand kneading the inside of your thigh encouragingly.

Wanting nothing more than for him to just do something. Anything but stop. You waited for the next map to load up with a new location.

This time it dropped you in an all too familiar spot.

St. Paul’s cathedral, dead center in the distance of the picture and the surrounding river. The Millennium Bridge in London. As quickly as you could zoom into the map and place the pin, you were off by at least fifteen meters from the exact spot.

“good girl,” he purred in your ear. “do the next one.” and his fingers began their sweet movements once more. Making a show of adding more pressure against your bundle of nerves. causing you to let out a moan of relief.

The next one was a bit harder. Somewhere on the road in the middle of a field. You quickly just guessed around the south america region, and you somehow got lucky having it only be a thousand kilometers off.

His fingers shift to your wet entrance, circling until he felt like his teasing was enough and the tip of his skilled calloused finger from guitar playing gathered your slick.

The roughness adding on to the pleasure growing and growing.

The next one you got really lucky getting right because you were too busy with the feeling of his finger sliding inside you with ease because of how wet you were.

“Fuck darling, you’re soaking wet for me. feels that good huh?” he groans. he begins curling at just the right pace. You gasp at the touch, hand gripping his hair. his face in the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses on your neck. you grind down onto his digits, trying to build up that burn in your gut once more. His smiles smugly against your skin. He knew what he was doing to you.

Your eyes are glossy as you stare at the blurry screen. Scanning around until you come across a flag. You’d heard about countless time from your boyfriend. The red and white striped cloth making you know straight away it was Poland.

You just picked somewhere in the middle and you were off by a mile or so. Luck was definitely on your side.

By a miracle the round is over and you could not be more relieved that you’re throwing your head back against his shoulder.

He peeks his eye to see why you were laid back. You got it right, and he gasps at the screen saying you won the match. Proud, he kisses your cheek and starts picking up again.

“Thats my good girl. my smart girl.” he praises. Your legs beg to shake from the building pressure and his words. It was almost too much when he adds another finger inside you. Rapidly curling into that spot that has you seeing stars.

Letting the screams and whines fall from your lips as he brings you closer to that edge. You can feel your body begin to tremble.

“I think you deserve to cum for doing such a good job. So good for me, always so good. You wanna cum for me baby?” he whispers.

You can’t even let out a coherent response, so you just nod. Tears squeezing in the corners of your eyes. Clenching around his fingers as he picked up the pace. Reaching deeper. Drool coming out the side of your mouth as your eyes roll into the back of your skull when he hit your cervix over and over.

Nothing but the sounds of squelching and your whines filling the small room. He was practically wrecking you in his office chair and you didn’t care one bit. Just the feeling of his fingers was enough to make you forget about anything else.

Your eyes looked up locking into his pleasured, almost pleading ones, as he watched you fall apart on his fingers as he fucks you dumb.

“come on baby, cum for me. Want you to make a mess on my fingers. Fuckk- you’re practically squeezing me. come on.” he gruffs out. Not slowing his pace. Thighs squeezing and trapping his hand as you let out a squeal.

The pit in your stomach snapped instantly at his words. making you tighten around his fingers squirting your arousel all over his hand. He leans to envelop his lips with yours in a messy kiss. Muffling your screams down his own throat.

Legs falling open and then your collapsing against his body.

His fingers slowing as the high of your orgasm washes over you.

Pulling away he gives you one last kiss before admiring your hazey expression. Legs splayed out in his lap, soaked panties, hair messy, and eyes pleading up at him. Clinging onto him, you’re nuzzling his neck with your nose for comfort.

“always so good for me baby. He coos. Smiling back with your eyelids half open as you hum.

“Think you could go one more round, cum on my fingers again? then ill reward you with my cock darling?” he asks. hand starting back up again.

You were gonna be here a while.

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Pastor Gold who fucks you on his podium after a sermon. Making you scream and see stars as he degrades you and tells you what a flithy whore you are for having such impure thoughts about him.

Who knows you have to be “cleansed” by him in order to be saved.

He fucks you with a hand on your throat. Not bruising, just there with slight pressure.

It’s not until he makes you cum so hard that he pulls his cock out right away. just to watch as your combined cum leaks out of your cunt and onto the polished wood.

Then he’s using his slender ring clad fingers to push it back inside you saying;

‘I think well need a few more private sessions before you’re fully cleansed angel,’

i need to go lie down…

Bouncing on your tip toes, anticipation coursing through your veins as you watch with frantic eyes scanning the crowed of bodies. Searching for a tall, British man, that you called your boyfriend.

It had been a month since you saw him in person. He went off to go tour with his band to promote their new album. While you had been texting non stop, and face time calls as often as he could get a moment alone, it wasn’t the same as him being near you in person. Too say you missed him very dearly was an understatement.

So much that you contemplated getting on flights a couple of times just to meet him out in whatever city they were doing a show that night But work and timing just seemed to not be on your side.

You stood in the airport pick up area, checking your phone every second since he had texted you less than five minutes ago. On his way walking out of his gate and into the baggage claim area. Which was where you were waiting for him. You were getting antsy as a new wave of people flooded down the escalator and he was no where in sight.

It wasn’t until you were watching and hopeing the next crowd he would be mixed among the bodies. When you locked eyes on an all too familiar mop of brown hair and tan coat descending that your lips spread into the softest smile and warmth washed over you.

You realized he was looking around for you too, so you waved to get his attention. Wilbur was half way down when his eyes connected with yours and you shared a look of relief, smiling from ear to ear. Everything had fallen back into place seeing each other.

You waited until he reached the bottom of the escalator and sprinted toward him, he joined you meeting half way until you practically jumped into his open arms. Dropping his duffle on the ground with a thud, Wilbur lifted you against his chest in a bone crushing hug as he spun you around. Arms gripping around your waist like you’d disappear if he let go. Your hands in his hair as he nuzzles his face into your shoulder breathing in your sent to imprint your scent in his mind. To make sure you were real. He couldn’t believe that you were in his arms again.

“You’re really here.” You choke out with tears brimming in your eyes. Pulling him impossibly closer.

He lets out a chuckle, his breath tickling your neck, you couldn’t help the racing of your heart in your chest at the sound of his sweet laughter.

“You’re acting as if I went off to war or something.” he teases, giving you one last squeeze before slightly pulling away from each other just enough where you’re faces are inches apart and you’re grinning like fools.

To some, a month wouldn’t seem that long but to you, missing someone felt like an eternity when they were far away for a short while. It got lonely. Especially when you spent all your time with that person.

“It’s just hard for me sometimes when you’re away for so long.” you shrug bashfully.

He knew exactly what you meant. He was your person, your partner in crime. The one who mattered more than anything in the world. Who was now with you again and It felt like you could breath.

“I missed you so much.” he says tenderly. That reassurance you needed to hear to know he also felt the same.

You got more emotional hearing those words.

“I missed you too.” You breath.

Wilbur cups your face in his hands, smiling down at you and leans in until his lips press against yours in a soft kiss. He towers over you making you slightly bend back. All the longing and tension building up for weeks between you was poured into it as he held you in the middle of this airport. Reciprocating back all the emotions through it.

When he pulls away he pecks your lips a few more times causing you to let out giggles and a tear slips down your cheek. His thumb catching the drop before it could fall further. It was a very intimate moment shared between you in such a public setting. You felt like this was right out of an old romance movie and you didn’t care one bit.

Noticing the jet lag prominent under his eyes, and the tiredness that laced his voice as he spoke it was evident you had to get him home soon so he could get some well needed rest.

“Come on, We’ll go home and ill make us dinner and then we can cuddle until we fall asleep. You look exhausted Will.” you lace your arm with his as he picks up his bag. Wilbur lets out a sigh and follows you out to the car park.

“sounds like heaven.” he replies sleepily. you lean your head against his head on his arm and know everything was going to be okay again.

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