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Be ready in an hour. On your fucking knees.
I only waited long enough to check her response.
Gemma: I’ll be waiting. xx
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Chapter Twelve
Jason
I was late. Well over an hour.
My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought of her waiting for me; thighs spread wide and her fingers on her sweet little clit. She wouldn’t dare take the blindfold off. I knew her well enough to know that.
I grabbed the package from the backseat, pulling my cap down lower to hide my eyes, then made my way up to her. I was still churning, wounded to breaking point.
A little moan as I pushed open the door. She was already well on her way, cheeks flushed pink, just the way I like them. Her peachy nipples poked through the black lace of her slip, begging to be sucked. Or bitten. I imagined savaging them and enjoying the sounds of her pain.
My dirty girl. My sweet little Gemma and her need for cock. Any cock.
Powell’s cock.
I stripped without a word, and she didn’t break the silence. Then I opened the package, letting her hear me.
“A present for you. Or maybe a present for me. I’ll let you decide.”
“What is it?” she whispered.
“You’ll find out soon enough,” I barked. “Get to your feet.”
She did as she was told.
“I want you to dance for me. I want you to dance like a filthy little slut, showing me how much you love cock. I want you to dance like you’re in a club and the whole room is watching, a roomful of dick all hungry to plug that juicy snatch of yours. You’d take it, wouldn’t you, dirty girl? You’d take all that cock for me. You’d love it, too.”
A groan from her throat told me all I needed to know.
“Dance for me.”
“I need music...” she breathed. “There’s a CD in the player...”
I scouted the room with my cock in my hand, finding it under the TV. The music was heavier than I’d expected, deep bass with melodic guitars.
“...I won’t be as good if I can’t see.”
“Dance,” I said. “Now, Gemma.”
She swayed at first, only gently. Shifting her weight from side to side with her hands on her hips as she settled into the music. She hitched her little slip, showing off the glistening heat of her thighs, then up, until I could see the mound of her beautiful pussy tight in her panties.
“Take them off,” I said, “take the panties off.”
Without hesitation she pushed them down and they fell to her feet. She stepped out of them and continued the gentle sway of her hips.
“Let me see your cunt, dirty girl.”
Her cheeks were burning, her breath catching, she shimmied her slip up to her waist. The slit of pussy moved as she swayed.Fuck, yes.She danced towards me, slowly, rocking her hips with her head held high, closing the distance between us on instinct, closer and closer, until the heat of her body found mine. Her hands found my chest, a thigh sliding between mine until her hot pussy was tight to my skin, the soft folds of her grinding against muscle. She arched at the waist, rocking herself against me, circling her hips for maximum pleasure, and draping her tangle of curls down her back.
“That’s it, dirty girl. Show me your beautiful tits.”
