Chapter 1: The Tempting Send-Off
Shelby woke to the golden haze of morning light filtering through the bedroom curtains, his body already betraying the restless heat that had built up over weeks of neglected desire. Beside him, Keri stretched with the languid grace of a panther, her sharp green eyes catching the impressive tent in the sheets before he could even mutter a groggy 'good morning.'
'Well, damn, Shelby,' she purred, her voice a mix of amusement and raw appreciation as she propped herself on an elbow, her gaze locked on the outline of his morning wood. 'That’s a hell of a way to start the day. Been a while since I’ve seen you this... eager.'
Shelby chuckled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, but there was no hiding the flush creeping up his neck. 'Guess I’ve been too damn busy to notice how much I needed a release.'
Keri’s lips curled into a wicked smirk as she slid closer, her fingers tracing the edge of the sheet with deliberate slowness, teasing without touching. 'You’ve got the day off, babe. Why don’t you stay home and take care of that beast? I’m telling you, stroke that big cock of yours a few times. Let off some steam. I’d do it myself, but I’ve got a boardroom to dominate.' She winked, her tone dripping with command, not suggestion. 'I want details later. Every. Single. One.'
Shelby raised an eyebrow, his own smirk matching hers. 'You’re seriously sending me off to jerk off while you go play corporate queen? That’s cold, Keri.'
'Cold?' she shot back, her laugh low and throaty as she swung her legs out of bed, giving him a view of her toned ass in those tight black leggings she wore to work. 'I’m giving you a gift, Shelby. A whole day to worship that hard dick of yours. Don’t pretend you’re not already itching to get started.'
He groaned, half-laughing, half-frustrated, as she sauntered to the bathroom, throwing a last glance over her shoulder. 'Text me after. I wanna know how much you cum for me.'
The door clicked shut behind her, and Shelby lay back, the weight of her words sinking in. His cock throbbed under the sheet, demanding attention, and he couldn’t deny the horny ache that had been building for far too long. With a resigned sigh, he kicked off the covers, his hand already sliding down to grip himself, the heat of his own touch sending a shiver through him. He pictured Keri’s smirk, her sharp tongue, and the way she’d looked at him—like she owned every inch of his desire.
The first stroke was slow, deliberate, his mind replaying her teasing as he worked himself harder, his breath catching. He was already dripping, the tip of his cock slick with precum, and he knew this wouldn’t take long. Not with how pent-up he was. His grip tightened, his pace quickened, and soon he was panting, sweat beading on his forehead as he pushed himself closer to the edge, ready to explode.
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