Page 20 of Master Debater

Nate

The myriad of ideas and my eagerness to play them out crashed into one another, and I hardly knew where to start. She was doing her damnedest to sway me with my favorite asset of hers, and while I wouldn’t give in, it also felt inconsiderate not to lavish her tits with the attention they deserved.

“Wait,” she said, and everything came to a screeching halt, playing out way too close to the way it had the other night. I hid my wince the best I could, refusing to get upset if she changed her mind, regardless of how disappointing. It’d take quite a bit of control with how revved up I already was, though, so I turned my face while I blew out a long breath and then lifted my head. “It’s just that I’m super naked here.”

“I see nothing wrong with that,” I said. “In fact, I still see one final item in need of removal, and trust me, I plan on stripping you of your panties shortly.”

“Then it’s only fair that you remove some of your clothes.” She hitched her chin, a bolder side of her rising to the surface that only made me want her that much more. “If this is about me, that’s what I want.”

That was a request I’d happily comply with. Due to my giant hard-on, my pants were on the verge of cutting off circulation to my dick as it was. I sat up, knees on either side of her hips, straddling while careful not to crush, undoing the button on my pants to allow for my arousal before moving to the buttons on my shirt.

Willa sat up and smacked my hand away. “Let me,” she said, a haughty gleam in her eye. Oh, she wanted to test the boundaries? This woman had no idea who she was dealing with, or how in over her head she was. The tips of her nails grazed my skin as she pushed the buttons through the holes. “That’s right. You’re not the only one who gets to be all demanding and bossy.”

In this moment, I’d go ahead and let her think she was the one in charge. I held up my hands in faux surrender, continuing the ruse. “I’m not intimidated by strong-willed women.” So many of them were used to having to take control, otherwise nothing would get done. Not only was it satisfying to prove they’d bend to my will eventually, but they also longed for someone assertive and powerful enough to deliver unaided results. “They turn me on.”

Her gaze dipped to the bulge in my pants. “I see that.”

“Nah. You just see the hint of it.”

Her jaw fell open, and she abandoned her efforts with the shirt to cup me over my slacks. I grunted and thrust into her hand, my rebellious, aching cock not listening to my insistence we wait until after Willa was fully satisfied.

I lunged forward, snatching both of her wrists and pinning them above her head with a click of my tongue. “Naughty, naughty girl.”

She batted her eyes, all false innocence. “Are you going to punish me?”

The woman was clearly trying to kill me. I manacled both of her wrists in my fist, and slapped the breast nearest my right hand, a light smack that echoed through the room.

Ecstasy smoothed her features, and her keening noise blazed a trail to my balls. Punishing her was an exhilarating yet depraved combination of sadism and masochism. At the sight of my red handprint, more pleasure bloomed. “That’s just a teaser of what’s to come. Don’t think you won’t pay for your insubordination.”

While I was distracted with my handiwork, Willa wrenched free one of her wrists and yanked at my shirt, sending a couple of buttons flying as the fabric fell open. She ran her hand over my torso, awe shining through her features, and I reflected it back at her.

It seemed like I’d been dreaming of this for months instead of a week and a half, the buildup enough to send a rocket ship to Mars. If I wasn’t careful, I’d blast off just as quickly and ruin the fun.

She glided her hands over my shoulders, sending my shirt onto the bunched-up sheets. A gleeful expression overtook her features as she pinched my side. At my responding jerk, she grinned. “Just checking if this is a dream.”

“Aren’t you supposed to pinch yourself for that?”

She shrugged a shoulder, those magnificent tits of hers lifting with the motion. “Pinching you seemed like more fun.”

I hooked my hand under her knees and towed her to me, spreading her legs wide as she fell to the mattress. Blond curls fanned out around her, forming a halo we both knew she didn’t deserve. I bent, mouth aimed for the small triangle of lace that covered her pussy. Better yet, the decorative cutouts allowed a peepshow tasting of her titillating flesh.

“Nathan,” she breathed more than said. If it’d been anyone else, I would’ve stopped my ministrations and demanded the shortened version. Willa was the exception, and I particularly loved the croaky edge to her plea.

As I dragged my tongue over the lace, I skirted the frilly edges of the underwear with my fingers. Then I infiltrated the barrier, groaning at finding her so wet for me. While I had other plans, my finger delved deeper without my permission, swiping and gathering her honeyed nectar as a shudder racked her body.

Just a taste. Forearm propped on one side of her thighs, I lifted my finger, locking eyes with her as I sucked it off. “Mmm.” The delighted noise rolled through the air between us, evoking a warble so full of rapturous wonder from her that my inner barbarian roared and pounded its chest.

My mouth watered, already demanding another taste.

Time to show this stunning woman all she needed to have a mind-blowing orgasm was a guy who paid rapt attention to her body and the way it responded.

I sat up, momentarily distracted by the bird’s-eye view of Willa in all her naked glory. To the point I didn’t realize she’d grabbed hold of the tab of my zipper. I hissed as she dragged it down.

“Not yet,” I chided, adding a growl when she dodged my attempt to snag hold of her wrists again. My exasperation over her requiring handcuffs splintered as the twist of her body revealed she was wearing a thong. It showcased her ass, so round and full that all I could do was gape at it.

No surprise, her breasts had stolen the entire show, and that was hardly fair. Although I also appreciated that about them.

“Just let it breathe a little, jeez,” Willa said, whipping her arms behind her back as if that’d stop me. “I don’t want it suffocating before I get to experience having it deep inside of me.”

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