Page 26 of Tease Me

I frowned at that. “Like what?”

“You know. Take charge. He said it was so fucking sexy. Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to swear.”

“Hmmm,” I mumbled. He wants me to take charge. “Turn around.”

His tools clanged in his belt as he turned his back to me. I shone the flashlight on his butt.

Holy wow. He is fit.

His perfectly formed ass was hemmed in by the tool belt. Before I even questioned what I was doing, I lightly smacked his butt cheek. “Don’t swear again.”

He gasped, and I grinned at the wobble of his glorious white flesh. I couldn’t believe I’d done that. It was weird yet fun and sent a firecracker through my already purring clit. He bent over slightly, and I shone the pool of light on his derriere. It was something to behold—perfectly round, milky white, and devoid of any blemishes.

My cheating bastard, ex-fiancé’s butt was covered in coarse black hairs that sprouted at random, and he always had tiny pimples because he was always sitting on his ass. It was ugly.

This sizzling electrician, however, had a lovely bottom. So lovely that I giggled and smacked him again. His firm flesh wobbled just the tiniest bit, and when he clenched the muscles together, they bulged in such a nice way that I smacked him once more. Finding my wig was no longer a priority. This whole new experience was.

“Spread your legs.”

He stomped his boots apart, changing the shape of his butt again. I smacked once more, and God damn, that added another sexy layer to my horniness. With the light shining on his white ass, I reached between his legs and cupped his balls. As I juggled the full weight of his scrotum in my hand, Jackson bent his knees and groaned.

“Oh, God.” The words whispered off his lips. “That feels so good.”

“Hmmm.” The hum in my throat matched the hum through my insides. Jackson was putty in my hands, and the absolute control of it had a delicious pulse throbbing from my clit and rocketing through my whole body.

I let go of him, and standing at his side, I reached around with the flashlight to shine it on his mighty erection. The pool of light lit up his cock, giving it center stage. And oh, what a star it was. My clit positively purred at the sight of it.

It was time for the attention to be turned to me. I shone the flashlight on one of my breasts.

“Suck.”

Jackson bent forward and latched his lips around my nipple. The flashlight shone down his back and highlighted his butt again. His lovely butt cheeks bulged and flexed as he gave my breasts attention. My nipples became hard, bursting with lust as his lips sucked one and his fingers pinched the other.

I parted my legs, grabbed his hand, and guided him to my pussy. He sure was eager, and his fingers fed into my panties, glided over my clit, and plunged into my pulsing hole lightning fast.

I gasped as Jackson’s greedy fingers fought for my attention.

A sharp tearing sound confirmed another pair of my underpants were ruined, but holy hell, it was worth it.

As his fingers ground over my clit, punishing it with delicious repetition, his mouth devoured my breast. An orgasm shuddered through me, ferocious and fabulous, as a cry burst from my throat. My hot juices trickled down my legs as he continued to plunge my pussy.

Over and over. Again and again. And again.

I came once, twice, and I clawed his back as yet another orgasm ripped through me.

My weakened knees threatened to crumble me to the carpet, and I gasped for a breath, certain he’d do this all night if I let him.

I stepped back. “Wow!” The word was a gross understatement. Jackson’s fingers should be cast in gold.

The flashlight beam shone between us, and I gasped. My wig was right there, sprawled between us like a dead black cat. My racing heart hit a whole new level.

But my wig was a fucking mess. The fine synthetic fibers had been no match for his heavy work boots.

What do I do?

“Come.” I grabbed his hand, and the calluses on his palm rubbed against my hand as I led him farther into the dark room with the flashlight shining the way.

Trying not to illuminate anywhere near my head, I pulled a chair out from the table. “Sit.” It was my turn for caveman talk.

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