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Silence hung heavy between them again while she looked up at him for his response. He was still as a bird of prey, his chin resting on one hand. A large bulge showed in his expensive Armani pants. She wanted it badly, wanted it inside her where her body was begging to be filled.
He lifted one finger, gesturing at her crotch. “Open your legs, show me.”
Swearing under her breath, she followed his instruction, dragging her short skirt up and over her hips, her eyes never leaving his. As she opened her legs, pivoting out on her stacked heels, his eyes darkened.
“Oh yes, you are wet.” His lips remained apart as he stared at her. She sensed his breathing had grown quicker. “Touch yourself, through your panties,” he instructed.
She rested her hand over her pussy and groaned aloud. Her clit leapt, her hips wriggling into her hand for more.
“Enough.” He smiled. “Stand and take your underwear off.”
Her heart thudded so hard she thought she might crack. She took a deep breath and stood up, rested her thumbs in the lacy waistband and paused.
With one finger, he gestured downward.
She rolled them over her hip bones, growling quietly when she found herself exposed under his gaze. Dropping the panties to the floor, she stepped out of them. Her skirt was wedged around her waist, her pussy exposed
. She rested her hands on her hips in an attempt to feel less awkward.
“How delicious. I can see your clit poking out. It’s very swollen, isn’t it?”
She nodded, her feet shuffling, her face on fire.
He gestured at her abandoned panties. “Pick them up and bring them here.”
His instruction hit her like a left hook. He wanted her damp underwear. She steadied herself. Bending to snatch them up, she looked at the floor, counted to five. He also wanted her to move closer. Standing, barely in touch with her equilibrium, she swayed on her heels. When she stepped forward, she had the panties clutched against her chest.
He gestured with his hand.
She held them out.
He leaned forward, took the wispy garment. Slowly, he opened the crotch out, holding it up to the light. “Poor Lois, you were finding this hard, weren’t you?” A damp patch reminiscent of a Rorschach inkblot spanned the fabric. He breathed in appreciatively, his eyelids lowering. “Delicious.”
A combination of embarrassment and nagging lust burned her up inside. Her juices were now marking the insides of her thighs. “Do you get off on making women hot,” she blurted, “and then leaving them hanging?”
He rested the panties on the table, next to his wine glass, and put his hand over the bulge in his pants. “I’m a slave to this as much as you are.”
“Hardly.” He was so controlled. She felt as if she was about to lose it and beg. Was that what he wanted her to do?
He moved his hand, unzipping his pants and letting his cock spring free. Moisture dribbled from its tip. With one hand, he rode it up and down, slowly and deliberately, watching her reaction. It was long and thick, a prize specimen, and it was as ready for action as she was. When she glanced back up at his face, she saw it all; saw a mirror of where she was at, wrestling with her inner desires, barely controlling them.
“Hard, isn’t it?” His mouth moved in an ironic smile.
“Please. Jack, please?” Her hand had found its way into her pussy.
He watched her hand moving. “What is it that you want?”
“That.” She nodded down at his cock, her hand latched over her clit, pressing and squeezing. “Inside me.”
“Show me how much you want it.”
She stared at him, panting with need, then dropped to a crouch, moving in between his knees to kneel at his feet. She opened her shirt, pulled the cups of her bra down so that her tits pushed out. She plucked at her rigid nipples. “I want it so much,” she whispered, looking up at him pleadingly. She licked his cock from where his fist was braced around its base up to the tip and over.
His eyes gleamed with pleasure, his lips parted.
She took the swollen head into her mouth, riding it against the roof of her mouth. When he groaned, she took him deeper, rising and falling, sucking him hard. His hand loosened, his balls rode high. She drew back.
He looked down at her, his eyes glazed. Still he made no move. Her hips swung behind her, her arse in the air, her cunt begging to be filled. “Please, please fuck me. Jack, I’m dying for you to fuck me.”
