A half smile answers her, and I stand totally relaxed, just waiting for her to admit she’s mine.
“I don’t know.” She teases, but we both know she’s teasing. “I like playing with my men.” She takes the tip of her finger and her nail digs deep into my chest, then she drags it down forcefully, scratching me, to the top of my jeans. My cock thumps, wanting her to continue.
She grins wickedly as she leans over to talk to it. Her tits threaten to fall out of her t-shirt. The edges of her rosy nipples peek over the fabric. “I know all sorts of kinky methods to make your cum sack explode.”
My breathe vanishes as she peers up at me with her big eyes, and I know she’s telling the fucking truth. She takes my nonresponse as permission and reaches for the button on my jeans. I want her bad. More than any other woman before, but I grab her hand and stop her. I want more than fucking. I want all of her. I snatch her body against mine, and her softness bounces off my hardness.
She doesn’t fight or try to snatch her hand away, and I take that as the first step, but I am wrong. Instead, she rubs the back of my hand against her tit tantalizingly
Smashing it and using it to push her rosy nipple up over the top of her neckline. Exposing the tip to me and making me thing about sucking it. Then she drags my hand over the hard tip, and a low sexy as fuck moan escapes her throat.
The tip of my cock tingles and fucking pre-cum seeps out.
The urge to let go of her arm and seize her big tit, squeezing its mound of flesh in my tingling palm, while I twist that nipple between my fingers, and bury my face in her neck, while crushing her hips against my cock, is hard as fuck to resist, but I somehow manage.
My eyes never leave hers, and although my desire is obvious, I hold firm to the power.
She licks her lips and tips her face up at me. “You are all man, aren’t you, Zane Lockhart?”
My eyes give her the answer.
