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She froze for a moment, pulling back and licking her lips. Her eyes ablaze with need. She was horny as hell, and while she wanted to make me feel good, in my world, my woman comes first, second, and fucking third.
She climbed to her feet and stood in front of me, between my legs. I reached around her, flicking her bra undone with two fingers before grabbing the front and pulling it down over her arms and dropping it on the floor.
Meyah’s breasts were fucking magnificent. Her nipples hard and waiting. But before they got any attention, I moved on to her jeans.
“Take them off. Panties, too.”
She licked her lips, obviously just as eager to rid herself of the clothing as I was. Pulling the legs of her jeans and pushing the pile to the side.
Meyah had curves, the most fucking perfect kind. She wasn’t straight up and down. Her stomach was flat, her hips curved out, her ass was fucking round and full and balanced out by her breasts. I could stare at this masterpiece all day.
Climbing to my feet, one of my hands trailed up the side of her stomach, my fingers tracing the edge of her breast while the other traveled down over the curve of her hip and around to the front. But before I touched the one place I knew was probably aching and throbbing and desperate for relief, I stopped, looking down at her with a smirk.
Her cheeks were flushed, and she licked her lips. “Don’t be an asshole, Hamlet,” she murmured, stepping a little closer to me and hooking her hand around my neck.
I gave in for just a moment, dipping my head and capturing her mouth with mine at the same time as I slipped a finger through her wet folds, bumping her clit and sending a jolt of pleasure through her body like an electric shock. She gasped into my mouth, but I swallowed that breath too as I continued to swirl my fingers around the little sensitive bud, forcing her legs apart slightly.
She hummed happily against my mouth, pulling away suddenly and throwing her head back when my other hand took hold of her breast, tweaking the nipple gently. “Oh God,” she sighed, pushing her hips against my hand.
The fun had started.
I pulled my hand away and instantly she stood straight again, looking at me with wide eyes. “You think it’s okay for men to look at you shaking your ass on stage?” I questioned, raising my eyebrows and grinning as she fought to catch her breath.
“Ham, please,” she moaned, running her hands up my chest, her touch making my body tingle.
“Answer the question, and I’ll let you come.”
Her eyes narrowed, obviously unimpressed with the bargain, questioning it or looking for a way out. “I could make myself come,” she threw back, moving her hand toward her pussy, but I grabbed it, twisting and turning her body so I had her arm behind her back and she was now facing the bed. “Ham!”
Feeling my cock harden at the vulnerable position, I took her other arm and pulled it behind her back as well, while allowing my mouth to trail over her shoulder, placing light kisses and nipping at her skin. “Do you think it’s okay for other men to be looking at your body?”
“Yes,” she argued, and my back instantly straightened.
“And why would you think that?” I demanded lowly in her ear, my voice gravelly and dark.
Her breathing was growing heavy. She was loving this. She was so fucking turned on, her body was hot and her hips ground back against me. “Need. An. Answer. Or this ass is gonna get red, real fast.”
With one hand, I grasped both her wrists, the other tickling over her bare ass cheek.
She finally swallowed. “Because I know no matter how much they want me, that they’re probably gonna go home and jack off thinking about me and fantasize about me.”
With each word, my blood boiled even more.
“But we both know it’s only ever going to be you. Who I want. Who I need. Who makes me feel good.”
I smiled and licked my lips as I slowly pushed her forward, so she was bent over the edge of my bed. “Good answer.” I held her hands back above her ass as I crouched down behind her and took my first lick of her wet pussy. She instantly pushed back against my face and wiggled on the bed.
It was going to be torture for her. She couldn’t use her hands to grip the sheets, she couldn’t use them to push back, she was practically at my mercy.
I licked and lapped at her pussy, her taste dancing on my tongue and drawing me back for more. My tongue pushed inside her, fucking her several times before I pulled it out and flicked it over her clit.
She bounced on her toes, her moans muffled as she buried her face in the blankets. “I want to hear you, Meyah,” I growled, flicking her clit again before sucking it into my mouth.
“Hamlet,” she groaned. “More, I need more.”
Me too.
I was done fucking around. She was writhing and twisting, so close to coming, but every single time I pulled back with more teasing and tormenting. “You wanna come?” I asked, getting to my feet and finally letting go of her arms.
