Page 51 of Cozen

As he spoke, he undid the buttons on his shirt, and tugged the article down his arms. Discarding it to the floor with her dress, he still didn’t come any closer than he already was.

Cozen unsnapped her bra, and let it fall down her arms before dropping it to the floor. “All three, actually. Waxed where it matters, bare all over my pussy, and trimmed short on my pubis.”

Sargon let out another one of those sexy noises. “That sounds like a lot of upkeep.”

“I aim to please.”

His eyes found hers in a blink. “And who exactly are you doing that to please, Cozen?”

“Does it please you?” she asked instead of answering his question.

She tugged her panties down, and let them fall to the floor. That left her standing in nothing but the black peep-toe pumps, and for the first time, Sargon’s carefully managed mask slipped as she stood naked before him. His eyebrow cocked, and he flashed his teeth as he looked her over. He didn’t even have to answer her—she knew what he would say before the words came out of his mouth.

“Yes,” he murmured, “it pleases me.”

“Then that’s what matters.”

“Is that tiger lilies on your thigh?”

Cozen peered down at the bright red bushel of tiger lilies tattooed on her thigh. “It is.”

“Any particular reason why?”

“They’re my favorite flower.”

She didn’t say why, and he didn’t ask for more information.

“Any other tattoos I can’t see yet?”

“No.”

With that said, Cozen lowered to her knees.

As she had been told to do.

Staring down at her, Sargon said nothing as he unbuckled his belt, and pulled the leather from the loopholes on the pants. Cozen’s eager gaze never left his as he tossed the item away, and unsnapped the buttons on his pants.

He opened his fly, and she grinned a little.

“What?” he asked.

“Commando,” she said, shrugging. “I’m not surprised.”

“Do I seem like the type, or something?”

He fisted his length, and stroked his already-hard cock with firm, long strokes. Cut, thick, and long, his cock was a beautiful sight to lay her eyes on. She was pretty sure just the sight alone made her even wetter between her thighs.

“I wouldn’t say there’s a type,” she replied, “but I had a feeling.”

Sargon wet his lips as he came closer. “I bet you did. I liked the way your lips looked after I kissed you.”

Her gaze jumped from his cock to his eyes as he came to stand directly in front of her. “Did you?”

“Very much. Why were you so willing to get on your knees for me like this?”

“Maybe I like it here.”

“Oh, a sassy one.”