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“Okay.” She stared down at the blindfolded SEAL. His jaw was tight from holding back and the muscles in his arms bulged. And while it served him right for not letting go when she’d told him to, this was her story. He didn’t get to write the ending. And looking at him now, she realized that she didn’t have to send the girl riding off into the sunset with Prince Charming.
“The girl gave the prince exactly what he’d said he wanted,” she said with a smile. She pushed his hands off her thighs and lifted her body off him, moving to his side.
“For the record,” he said. “This is not what I want.”
“My story.” She swung her leg over him, and with her back to his chest, she lowered down onto his still-eager cock. “And then she rode him until he came screaming her name.”
“Reverse cowgirl.” He let out a laugh as his hands covered her ass and held on for the ride. “Hell, you are what I want darlin’.”
Chapter Nineteen
From his perspective—lying beneath Natalie while she rode his dick straight to heaven—throwing the bet was the second best decision he’d ever made. Using his bandana as a makeshift blindfold took first place. Without his sight, every move she made was fucking intense. And the mental picture of what she looked like right now kept him on the edge of exploding.
But he’d held back, determined to make damn sure she woke up in the morning with irrefutable proof, in the form of two “Oh Jack” orgasms, that they were good together. She would win this round. And he’d still claim the ultimate victory.
He ran his hands over her ass and gave her a squeeze. “Are you holding your dress around your waist?” he asked.
“Yes,” she gasped. “And Jack, there’s a mirror on the bathroom door. I’m facing it, and every time I rise up, I can see your cock. I can watch you slide into me.”
Okay, that mental image started his internal clock counting down to the big O again. But he wasn’t going there without her.
“Lean back,” he said as he released her ass. “Let me unzip your dress.”
She obeyed, still rocking her hips.
Five, four, three…
Shit, he needed to get this thing off her. His upper body curled off the bed as he fumbled his way to her zipper. He drew it down a few inches, but then the zipper stopped. Stuck.
Shit.
“Jack?”
“I’ll get you a new one,” he promised as he grabbed the fabric above the zipper and tore the dress open. And then, with her help, they wrestled the destroyed fabric over her head, and finally, her clothing disappeared.
“Now, tell me what you see,” he said.
He waited for her words, demanding that his dick hold the fuck on and wait until she was ready to come, too.
“My breasts are bouncing,” she murmured.
“Hold them.” He wrapped his hands around her waist. “I’ve got you. You won’t fall. Just place your hands on your tits.”
He lifted her higher, knowing she’d see more of him. And then he lowered her slowly.
“Oh, your cock,” she moaned.
Is ready to explode.
Shit, he needed her with him.
“I’m going to lift you up one more time,” he said. “When I lower you back down, I need you to come. Hold your tits with one arm and reach your other hand down and touch yourself. Watch your fingers play with your—”
“Oh, wow, Jack!”
And that was all he needed to hear. He raised her up and lowered her one last time. His hips pumped up into her as he finally let go.
“Fuck!” His back arched off the bed, his hips pressing up into her as she clamped down on the part of his body ready and willing to rename every damn orgasm from this moment on—
