She was watching him from the other side of the room, her eyes brimming with mischief. Her fing

She was watching him from the other side of the room, her eyes brimming with mischief. Her fingers rolled back and forth, twirling the candy on the end of the stick, the sugar coating her lips with a light gloss. His eyes snapped up to her, rolled, and went back to the screen on his lap. She adjusted her position, ever so slightly, the crossed legs become a little less crossed. A lollipop fatale.  It was less than a minute before his eyes came up again, the sentence he had been reading lost in a fog, whatever thought processes they’d spurred into being had spun off into the distance at the sight of her staring at him just so. That little smile on her lips, the one hidden behind that ball of sugar but for the curls at the edges, grew imperceptibly larger. “You’re distracting me.” A statement of fact, delivered with a smile. She nodded and Mhmed, and carried on brushing the lollipop against her lips.  “I’m trying to get some work done. And you’re distracting me.” He overemphasised the words, condescension slipping into his tone.  Another nod. Another Mhm. That smile got a little larger again. The legs got a little more uncrossed. He couldn’t help but smile with her. He knew what she was trying to do, and he also knew that she was likely to get it done, even if he was going to make her regret it.  “And what have I said about you distracting me when I’m working?” The lollipop twirled. Her shoulders rolled into a shrug. Her lips curled in a grin. “You minx.” He muttered it low, a rumble that was half warning and half amused. The laptop closed, and was set to one side. At least his lap would be warm. He patted it, as if encouraging a pet to jump up onto it.  She played reluctant. Of course she did. But after a few moments of the reproach in his eyes, she popped the sweet into her mouth and hopped up onto her feet, sauntering over to him. “-aaat?” The obstruction between her lips muffled her speech, made her seem extra childish. “You know what. Do it.” She pouted, and then sighed and slipped down onto her knees before lying across his lap, chest against his thighs, back facing upwards.  His hand found her rear, covered only by a flimsy pair of panties, before pulling them down into a bunch hanging at her mid thigh. Thick fingers slid between her legs, finding that telltale slickness. He tutted, before pulling them out and wiping them clean on the skin of her rump. “You dirty, filthy little tart. You couldn’t want this more.” There was a tiny giggle, and a lot of blushing, and he rolled his eyes for the second time. His hand came up, held for a moment, and then came down. The sound resonated around the room, punctuated by a muffled yelp from her. Then his hand was up again, and then it was down. Another smack, another yelp.  She wanted it, but what she wanted and what she got were a few degrees removed. Lollipop fatale indeed. -- source link

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