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Some dumb schmuck could’ve paid me millions of dollars not to smile in that moment, but I would’ve failed. I was a poor man for her. She responded to my body like a dream, just like I’d been picturing.
Leaning all the way back in the chair, I placed my hands flat on the arms so I wouldn’t break my own rule. Her legs opened wider, and I knew I was hitting her right where she needed me to, especially ’cause my cock was as hard and huge as it had ever been. It was like a heat-seeking missile aimed right at her, bumping up into her clit in an explosive rhythm.
She was panting, the sound mixing together with my own quick breaths, still with her head back, her hair falling behind her like pink champagne and her knees rubbing against the cool brown leather of my chair.
I wanted my mouth on her breasts. I’d promised not to use my hands, but I couldn’t get her top off with my teeth unless I stopped dry humping her, and I wasn’t planning on doing that until she came. But it was no matter, ’cause she seemed to know what I wanted. Raising her hands, she lifted her oversized yellow sweater by the neck and pulled it over her head.
She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the sight in front of my eyes was almost too much. I’d gotten a glimpse before, but now, those perky handfuls were right at my eye level, just begging to get sucked.
She bumped one against my lips as she rolled her hips, and I slid my tongue between my teeth, aching to pinch her swollen nipple between them, but she must’ve known that, too, ’cause she looked in my eyes and leaned forward, placing them within my mouth’s reach again.
When I latched on with my lips and tongue, she groaned, grinding down on my dick harder, rolling her hips faster. She threaded her fingers through mine on the arms of the chair while I sucked a nipple into my mouth, flicking it fast with my tongue and then catching it between my teeth. I bit down gently, and her whole body jerked in response. She squeezed my fingers, but she moaned loudly, so I felt pretty confident she liked it.
All the while, we were rubbing our bodies together below, grinding our sexes together as hard as we could through our clothes, and I was starting to feel the damp heat from her pussy through my jeans. The inside of my boxers wasn’t that dry either.
Letting go with one hand, she breathed, “You feel good,” and she pushed my flannel up, her eyes locking onto my bare chest beneath it.
I wouldn’t be too proud to say that I felt like a little bit of a peacock. She liked my body. She moaned again, and her hips moved faster over mine when she saw it. I was glad I took care of it. Maybe she was the reason why—so I could take care of her, please her, and turn her on—and I’d just never known.
She ground down harder, and I was trying not to lose my mind. The need to throw her on the couch and fuck her mouth was becoming harder to ignore the faster she panted, breathing out in quiet, sexy “ah” sounds.
“Talk to me,” she whispered. “I want to hear your voice.”
“Samantha,” was all I said, and she planted her hands on my pecs, making a loud slapping sound and digging her fingernails in.
“More,” she begged, looking in my eyes, using both hands on my chest now as leverage to ride me harder.
“Don’t you boss me.”
Groaning, her head dropped forward, and her hair fell down around her face like a curtain, trapping us together inside as she leaned her forehead against mine.
I wanted to smack her ass. Would she like it? “I think you like when I boss you.”
Her eyes darkened, her lips lifted, and her eyebrow popped, betraying her and exposing her wild side to me. My cock throbbed, and my heart leapt into overdrive. My whole fucking body was on fire, begging me to let it release. I couldn’t even imagine how good it would feel to fuck her.
Well, I could imagine, and now, holding back everything I wanted to give her, I was dying inside, and my voice was as tight as a drum. “That’s my good girl.”
My praise elicited a whimper, and I could tell she was close. She was working hard for it now. Her teeth began to chatter the tiniest bit as she writhed against me, using my body to find her release, so I leaned up to warm her lips with my tongue as I rolled my hips again and again.
“I need to taste you.” It was a command, and she gasped, but then, slow as molasses, she dipped her fingers beneath those pale pink panties, rubbing herself in her juice, her eyes locking onto mine.
I waited. Thrusted. I was just trying to breathe and not pass out from the anticipation of the flavor of her desire bursting on my tongue.
She rubbed harder, distracting herself for a few seconds, eyes closing in rapture, and my breath hitched at the sight of her playing in her own cum. My dick hurt, it was so hard, and my heartbeat was trying to strangle me as it crawled up my throat.
She opened her eyes, dragging those thin fingers out and up, and I watched as they rose to my mouth, centimeter by centimeter.
I opened it, and she pushed past my lips, fucking my zipper as hard as she could now, her drenched, swollen pussy moving over me in fast little waves. Drawing those fingers deep into my mouth with my tongue, I sucked them clean.
“Kiss me,” I said again, except this time it was a growl, and as soon as I licked into her mouth, her body locked in place, and she filled my lungs with her raspy cry, then collapsed down onto my chest. The ends of her hair tickled my stomach, and her soft tits warmed my pecs, her nipples hard and pointing into my skin. I gripped the arms of the chair so hard, I was afraid I’d rip through the leather.
She looked up, seeing the strain on my face and the stress in my jaw as I grit my teeth, still trying to hold back. Why? I’d never been so turned on in my life.
“Come, baby,” she whispered, centering her soaked underwear over my dick. She rolled hard against me one more time, rubbing me in exactly the right spot as she begged and shivered, dragging her wet pussy up and down my dick. “Please,” she begged again, and I let go, imagining pounding into her naked body.
Her voice was all I needed, and it surprised me that I hadn’t fucked a hole right through my jeans.
CHAPTER TWENTY
