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She presses her palms against my chest and pushes me back until the backs of my knees hit the corner of my mattress. I let myself fall onto it. I toe off my shoes and Zoey does the same as she continues to push me back, crawling onto my mattress as I wiggle backward until I’m resting against the solid surface of my headboard.
She ghosts her lips over mine, the light graze barely worthy of the name kiss; I press forward to take her mouth like I want, but she pulls away, the dark grin on her lips growing more devilish.
She pushes me forward, surprising me with her force, thrusting me back against my headboard.
“You were a very naughty boy teasing me in the restaurant, you know that?” she says, a teasing lilt on her voice.
“I know, babe,” I rasp. “Are you gonna make me pay for it?”
Her eyes glint mischievously. She grabs my wrists and lifts my arms up, hooking the tied knot over the arched point that rises in the center of my headboard, leaving my arms raised and restrained behind my head.
She presses her palms against my chest again, this time caressing their wide planes. My muscles quiver as her soft hands roam down the washboard of my abs until they reach the waistband of my joggers.
She sinks her fingertips underneath the waist of my pants and my underwear, slowly, torturously pulling them both down my legs at once. My hard cock springs to attention, bobbing in the air in rhythm with my pounding heartbeat.
A shiver wracks my body as Zoey places her hands on my thighs and leans her weight against them. So much contact tantalizingly close, but achingly far away, from my cock makes every muscle in my body coil with tension.
“It was very frustrating when you used your finger to give me the tiniest taste of what I wanted, and then pulled away.” Her voice is downright devious.
“I know, baby,” I groan, “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry isn’t enough,” she says.
She curls her fingers into my thigh muscles and dips her head down towards my throbbing length. I can feel her hot, damp breath against the swollen head. Giving me that much but denying me any real contact makes my lower stomach clench, tightening hard as granite.
Her wet, pink tongue peeks out of her mouth and just barely ghosts over the apex of my cock, her tongue flicking so lightly against the opening that I can barely feel it, but I feel it enough to make the ache between my legs all the more painful.
“How long are you going to tease me, baby?” I ask through clenched teeth.
“As long as you can take it, and then a little longer.” Her answer is a sultry, throaty whisper.
Fuck, this is a side of Zoey I’ve never seen.
I mean, I knew she had a wild side. The night we met was more than enough to make that clear. But I didn’t know it could run so dark and devious. I love it and hate it at the same time, because it’s torture wanting to feel her lips on my cock right now and her holding out on me.
She crawls off the bed and slowly strips off her clothes. I groan as I want so badly to touch myself as she gradually exposes more and more of her smooth, creamy skin. My heart hammers in my chest when she unhooks her bra and lets it fall to her feet, granting me a view of her perfectly round, firm, hemispherical tits that I know fit so perfectly in my hands.
She sways her hips seductively as she slowly drags her dark panties down her long legs. When she steps out of them, she tosses them to me. They land on my chest, and it feels like my flesh sizzles where the fabric makes contact.
It takes way more self-control than I ever knew I had to not snatch them from my chest and bring them to my nose, breathing in a greedy scent of her.
She crawls over me again, now fully nude, her soft curves driving me mad. She picks up her panties with her index finger and whirls them around before letting them fly off behind her.
I hiss as her soft, delicate fingertips lightly touch the sides of my throbbing shaft. I’m painfully hard as she languidly caresses my length, stopping short of the sensitive pink nerve endings underneath my head.
She dips down again, and my hips buck upward instinctively, seeking out the blissful wetness of her mouth. But she pulls back from the motion before pressing my hips back down.
“Nuh-huh,” she teases, shaking her head back and forth. “You’re not in control this time. I am.”
She lightly licks the sensitive skin right below the underside of my head.
“Fuck,” I groan, tensing my muscles to keep my hips from bucking forward again.
Finally, she wraps her perfect pink lips around my swollen head, giving me a taste of the contact I so desperately crave. Pleasure rips through me, and I moan as the sharp ache that’s been throbbing in my loins subsides.
My arms flex against my restraints, curses dropping my mouth as she wraps her fingers around my shaft and applies suction while her velvety soft lips close against my cock.
She brings me to the edge and then stops. Disappointment weighs heavily on my chest as she suddenly deprives me of her mouth. I shake my head, a rough chuckle rumbling from my chest. “You’re evil.”
