Page 58 of Negotiating Tactics

I smiled as I pulled her closer to me.

“Do you think I could ask a favor?” I said.

“Of course,” she said, her voice soft, ending on a little tremble as I brushed my lips against her neck.

“Can you wear those boots while I fuck you?”

I pulled back an increment to gauge her reaction. She blushed, looking scandalized, but then she smiled, her eyes playful.

“Today, well yesterday, was my birthday. And you want me to give you a gift?”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” I said, trailing my lips along her collarbone.

“I have no doubt that you will. Meet you in the bedroom,” she said.

Then, she broke the kiss and moved away.

I smiled, feeling elated as I went to her bedroom.

Not too long after, she opened her bathroom door, and our eyes locked.

I’d stripped down and lay on her bed, and she looked down, her gaze focused on the hand that was gripping my cock.

I’d been lazily stroking myself but stopped when I saw her. I had thought she was angelic before, but I wasn’t sure because the way she looked now was pure sin.

A sinful lace bra that lovingly cupped her gorgeous tits, a scrap of black underwear that covered her sex and emphasized the fullness of her hips, and those boots, contrasting beautifully against her skin.

“Come here, Alex,” I said, my voice rough.

She moved, slowly at first, tentatively, but she must have seen something in my eyes because as she got closer, she looked at me with passion and desire in her eyes.

“Everything but the boots needs to come off,” I said.

She lifted her mouth but complied without speaking, and as she removed those undergarments, I rolled the latex down my shaft, resenting the thought of anything between Alex and me.

Even still, I was on edge, wanted to fuck her more than I wanted my next breath, but even more, I wanted her to feel even just a taste of what I did.

I stood and met her at the edge of the bed and let my fingers trail down her chest, past her taut nipple, down her soft stomach.

I slid a finger into her liquid heat, my cock jumping at the feel of her warmth pulling me in.

“On your back, Alex,” I said.

Alex laid down, and I wasted no time following her, lifting her legs high, her suede-covered calves bracketing my shoulders.

I entered her without ceremony, but neither of us needed build up.

Like always, she yielded to me, gripped me tight, her pussy perfection as I drove us both to climax.

Noah

“I recognize that face,” I said, my fingers tracing Alex’s cheek.

“And what face is that?” she asked, her voice husky but her expression soft as the first rays of sun glinted outside of her window.

“The one that says you’re about to say thank you even though I told you not to,” I said.

She smiled. “Guilty as charged. Maybe you should have been a lawyer.”

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