Page 42 of Tempt Me

I want to see that face as she comes apart. Yeah, I’m going to be watching as she discovers what it feels like to be fucked right for the very first time.

Every last inch.

“No, you’re not the one who’s going to be collecting tonight.” I allow myself a smile, pulling myself back under control. “I’m the one who’s going to take what’s mine.”

I point to the middle of the living room. “Take it off.”

Chloe’s eyes flare with shock. It’s broad daylight in the middle of the afternoon, and the wall of windows doesn’t hide anything from the buildings across the way.

I smile. Some lucky office worker is about get one hell of a show.

“I want to see you,” I order her. “Take it all off.”

Chloe gulps, but she follows my command. She walks across the room, more graceful than anything I’ve seen. Her body is a miracle, and soon, I’m going to find out just how well she moves. But for now, I need to see her. All of her, displayed to me like the prize she is.

She comes to a stop in front of the windows and turns to face me again. Shyness skitters across her face, but she doesn’t hold back. Slowly, she eases one strap from her shoulder, then the other. She reaches around and pulls her zipper down, then peels her dress away. It falls to the floor.

Fuck me now.

She’s gorgeous. Pert breasts teasing me behind a lacy white bra. Smooth skin leading down to that scrap of silk between her thighs. Long, lithe legs leading to heaven and back.

I smile my approval. “Good girl. Now, show me how much you want me. Touch yourself.”

Chloe inhales in a shudder. Tentatively, she grazes one hand over her chest. She looks away, self-conscious.

“No,” I scold her gently. “Look at me. Look at me while you touch yourself. I want to see what that sweet body needs.”

She looks back at me, and tries again, bolder this time. Her fingertips toy with those rosy nipples, and the other hand glides down her stomach and creeps under the waistband of those skimpy panties. Lower. Yeah, that’s the spot.

“That’s right.” I sink down onto the couch and undo my pants. Not breaking stare, I pull out my already-stiff cock and start to stroke myself. “Show me how you get off.”

Chloe flushes at my brazen move. Fuck, those wet lips are tempting. I fist around myself, jacking off to the sight of her with her hand stuffed down her panties.

“Don’t stop,” I order her, watching her fingers move. “You need it, don’t you? I bet that sweet cunt of yours is drenched right now. You’re wound so tight, wanting me inside.”

Chloe lets out a little moan. Her fingers are working faster now, rubbing that perky clit. Her eyes glaze over, she starts to pant, close to the edge. Fuck, I’m getting close too, tugging my cock harder, ready to explode.

But where’s the fun in that?

“Stop,” I command softly. Chloe’s eyes fly open.

“But...” she gasps, protesting.

“But what? You want it?”

She nods.

“Tell me.”

“I want you...” Chloe whispers. Even after everything, she’s still shy. Self-conscious about owning her desire. It’s downright adorable—and damn, am I going to enjoy fucking it right out of her.

“Where do you want me?” I ask, pushing her.

She bites her lip. “Inside me.”

I smirk. “You’re going to have to get more specific than that, love. I could fuck your pussy...” I muse, watching her color rise. “Or that tight little virgin asshole...” She swallows, shocked.

Definitely a virgin asshole.

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