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7
WHAT SHE WANTS
Wyatt
Gemma watches me intensely as I whisk two eggs with a pinch of salt. Right now, she’s sitting on my kitchen counter in a cute dress. She showered and changed her clothes before coming over. “If you get to watch me, then it’s only fair that I watch you, too,” I tell her.
She blinks, confused. “Watch me do what?”
“Spread your thighs and show me your panties,” I demand.
Her cheeks redden and her eyes twinkle with mischief. “I’m not wearing any.”
“What?” I gasp and nearly drop my whisk.
Her lips quirk up on one side. “Just kidding.”
With a tortured groan, I add a fourth a cup of sugar into my mixing bowl. “Spread them now, Gemma,” I insist as I melt six ounces of bittersweet chocolate with unsalted butter. “Or else!”
Her eyes light up. “Or else what?”
“Or else to hell with doing these lava cakes, I’m doing you instead.”
“All right, fine.” Gemma spreads her legs and shows me her pussy.My soon to be favorite dessert.“How’s that, Chef?” she asks, blushing a little more.
I stare at her lace trim lilac panties and nod. “That’s better.”
“Oh good,” she replies, fluttering her eyelashes at me.
With a satisfied huff, I grease and flour two ramekins, my hard cock twitching and pulsating in my boxers. Then I quickly pour the prepared batter into my baking dishes before turning my attention back to Gemma. “Have you ever played with your pussy and thought of my tongue on your clit?”
“Yes,” she admits, her lower lip pinched between her teeth.
“Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
Her eyes flare in surprise. “What? Right now?”
“Fuck yes.” I practically throw the ramekins into my already preheated oven. Then I turn my attention back to Gemma’s tight sexy body.
“I don’t think that I can do it,” she mutters, her voice diffident. “It’s too embarrassing.”
Now that the cakes are baking in the oven, I walk over to the kitchen wall and dim the light switch. Then I prowl over to Gemma. Right now, she’s sitting on the marble countertop with her bee-stung lips in a near pout. “I’ll talk you through it,” I offer. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”
She releases a shuddering breath. “Er…okay.”
That’s what she wants. I can already tell that she likes when I demand she do sexual things for my benefit. She wants me to dominate her. With a growl, I force my body between her spread legs and press my thumb against her clit. I hold it hostage there, not rubbing it, but also not letting it go. I just apply direct pressure and watch her squirm. “Lay back, Gemma,” I whisper hoarsely.
“Oooh,” she moans, her head lolling back on the marble countertop. “Rub it please!”
My cock lurches with excitement against my boxers. “I will…but only after you show me how you like to rub it.”
“Okay,” she rasps before reaching her hand down and stroking her clit sensuously.
“Fuck, baby…” Now that she’s laying back, I can see how wet her panties are. “That’s it, just like that. Play with yourself as if it was me doing it.”
“You’d be a little rougher with me and I’d probably come hard from your mouth,” she correctly describes.
“Yes. I’d also make you take your panties off,” I answer before dragging her panties down her legs. “Then I’d push two fingers into you and make you ride my hand until you come.”
