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“Tease,” she whispered breathlessly.

Then I went to work.

She relaxed back and fisted my hair. I raised her hood and flicked at the tiny ball underneath. She groaned, her eyes shut, and pinched her breasts. Her hips bucked and rubbed against my face. I felt her grow wet against my lips. I slipped a finger inside her, gently coaxing her. Her legs wrapped around my head. She gasped and covered her mouth as I tore the orgasm from her.

I slowed as her body relaxed. Then I increased the pace again, working her back up to full speed. I rubbed her quickly on the outside, making small circles that stimulated her further. She threw her head back as she came again.

Then she sat up on her elbows and looked me in the eye. The look said everything. She wanted me. She wanted me right now.

I considered working her over again, but from my position between her legs, splayed wide open, and her breasts, perfect and pert, and that devilish look in her eye…

I couldn’t resist. I had to have her now.

I rose onto my knees but she shook her head and slid to one side. She gently but firmly pushed me back onto the bed and climbed on top.

“My turn,” she said.

This was it. A reconstruction of the moment that pushed me over the edge yesterday into sweet oblivion, stemming from that moment that turned me on while we were having our argument about Cleb.

She took charge.

And I loved it.

She straddled me and left dabs of wetness on my chest. She moved down my body, writhing like she was riding a sand serpent until she felt my cock against her ass, throbbing, yearning.

“Do you want me to ride you?” she said sweetly.

I nodded.

“I can’t hear you,” she said, stroking me with her hand.

I was an amateur teaser. She was the queen.

My queen.

“Yes,” I said hoarsely.

“What?”

“Yes. I want you to ride me.”

She raised her ass and placed my cock at her opening.

“Beg me,” she said.

She stared at me, eyes unblinking, unyielding.

“Beg me to ride you,” she said. “Don’t you want to be inside me?”

It was too much. I grew stiffer, harder, in her grip. Desperate to travel that extra inch inside her.

“Please,” I said. “Ride me.”

I was one of the most powerful mining magnates in the empire and I was putty in her hands.

I’d never been so turned on my entire life.

“Ride me!” I said. “Please!”

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