Page 61 of Tempt Me

I undid the fabric belt at my waist and made a show of twirling it around. “You don’t have to do anything.” I drew the belt out of the loops and flung it aside. “I’ll just pleasure myself, and you can watch if you like.”

“This is some kind of prank, right?”

I’d heard this a few times already, and I shook my head. “No. Just me trying to satisfy my naughty urges.”

“What about me?”

I started undoing the buttons down the front of my dress. “You can pleasure yourself, too.” I peeled my dress open and shrugged it off my shoulders until it hung from my waist. I reached behind my back but paused with my fingers, ready to release my bra. “Do you want me to continue?”

He nodded. “Yes.”

With the flick of my fingers, my lopsided breasts welcomed their release. I tossed my bra to Luke, and he caught it with one hand. He threaded the fabric between his fingers as if assessing its quality before he hopped to the bed and sat down. Then he placed the bra over his thighs and rubbed his hands together like he was about to receive a serving of candy.

I pushed my thumbs into the elastic waist and eased my dress down over my hips until it fell to the floor, and I kicked it aside. Standing before Luke, wearing just a hot pink G-string and knee-high black boots, I wondered what the fashion designer thought of my fashion sense.

The question was on the tip of my tongue when the bulge in his boxer shorts started growing. He did indeed like what he saw. I adjusted my shoulders, trying to work out which way made my boobs sit straight.

His eyes drilled into me, and he leaned back on his hands, thrusting his hips forward. Luke ran his tongue over his lips, leaving moisture in its wake, and the way he did this showed that he was enjoying my show. His reaction was damn sexy, and I was ready to give him more.

I cupped my breasts and flicked my fingers over my nipples. They were already hard, and tiny bumps had formed around my delicate buds, drawing out my arousal. Luke’s cock grew to a dominant bulge in his cotton shorts that pointed toward his very sexy navel.

I put the toe of my boot up onto the chair, and with my eyes on him, I rolled my tongue around my finger and then glided my finger into my lacy G-string. Sucking air through my teeth, I rolled my finger over my pulsing clit. I glided my finger around the most sensitive part of my body and then applied pressure until it began to hurt; then, I plunged my finger into my pussy.

Repeating the move again, I rolled around the bud, pressed down, then slid over my hot folds.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on my pleasure-seeking finger. With each thrust, I teased my clit, drawing out the sensation with both the drive-in and the pull-out. The tingling pleasure building inside me grew fast, and I wasn’t surprised. After all, it’d been thirteen days since my last orgasm.

Luke released a deep moan, and I opened my eyes. A breath left my throat, and my insides clenched. Luke was naked, with his boxer shorts discarded at his feet. His cock was a rigid pole standing large and proud, and his balls between his spread legs were full and round. He leaned back, propped on his elbows, allowing him to see both his own arousal and mine.

I strode to him and straddled his hips, resting my long boots on either side of his thighs. Without a word, I dangled my breasts before his face, and he obliged by taking my mounds in his hands and mouth. He caressed and sucked with equal intensity. I, in turn, ground my hips back and forth, gliding my G-string over his rock-hard cock.

Rubbing the lacy fabric over his solid hard-on was glorious, providing the right amount of pressure and friction. I glided my finger into my G-string again and found my clit. As he sucked and caressed my breasts, I plunged into my hot hole with increasing intensity. My orgasm built with a vengeance, stacking up glorious layers of lust, begging for release. But it wasn’t happening. The release was so close, but the grinding, sucking, finger-fucking, wasn’t quite enough.

I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I snapped my breasts from his lips, and with one hand, I tugged my G-string aside, and with my other, I plunged my fingers into myself, bending my knees to delve even deeper.

Luke added his finger to mine, first one, then another. My knees threatened to buckle at the glorious pleasure of us working together on my pussy.

“Yes,” I cried out, and through my erotic haze, the concentration on his face matched the intensity in his eyes.

I rubbed my clit. Massaged my nipples. Bent my knees. I was there, oh-so-close. The sexual coil inside me was wound so tight it was ready to snap. I sucked in a breath. My insides tensed. I cried out and with one huge breath, release came. My juices trickled from my body in a long, sweet, exquisite orgasm that rolled through my insides in glorious pulses.

My knees buckled, and I fell to Luke’s chest. His heart was a raging beat in my ear. My erratic breathing matched his own.

He rolled us over so I was on my back, and he was at my side. He sucked my breast, and his fingers once again found my throbbing hole. Before I knew it, my body reacted again, and I raised my hips, begging for more. Another quick orgasm ripped through me, fast and explosive and completely unexpected.

My heart was a raging torrent, and my head was a fuzzy erotic haze when he pushed up onto his knees. Seeing his glazed eyes, I knew he was ready. Thankfully, my brain kicked into gear. I held up my hand. “Hang on a second, big boy. We need a condom.”

I rolled off the bed, whipped off my wet G-string, and flicked it aside. I plucked a condom from the side zip pocket of my bag and handed it to him.

Luke rolled the condom in place and remained on his knees, his rock-hard cock extending from his body like a flagpole. I put my legs on either side of Luke’s knees and lay back. He put his hands beneath my legs and tugged me forward, then he raised my left leg at a ninety-degree angle, putting my boot on his shoulder, and he leaned forward, opening me up wide.

Luke’s glazed eyes looked at me, but he was lost in another world.

His cock nudged at my opening, and I braced for the plunging that I expected to happen. However, it was the exact opposite. Ever so slowly, he entered me. His teeth were clenched. Air hissed between them, and his eyes flickered with the drawn-out glide of him entering my body. It was glorious to watch this man, this exquisitely fit yet flawed body, savor my deepest depths.

He filled me to the hilt, his balls flush against my ass, and it felt perfect. With his fingers digging into my thigh, he pulled out quickly and entered me slowly again. Luke repeated the move, each time getting just that little bit faster. He placed his thumb on my clit, and I clutched the sheets as he rubbed my bud with increasing intensity.

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