Page 95 of Call Me Sir

“Hey!” I shout, dropping my phone in a fit of laughter.

Stress about finding the perfect meal fades as I squirm away from him, half sliding off the couch.

“Stop!” I shout through a fit of laughter. His thick fingers are perfectly lodged in my armpit and I’m choking on a breathless laugh.

Facing the tv I jerk to the left and right but I can’t escape.

Next thing I know, he’s crouched over and kissing my neck, slowly extracting his fingers from my armpits.

I should accept the invitation to switch the play to another kind of play, but revenge is too tempting.

Dropping to the floor, I turn around and pounce on him. Surprise looks good on him as I land on his chest and grab his nipple, hard.

“Ow!”

His attempts to buck me off fail as I lock my legs around his torso. Those fingers aim right for my armpits but I lean down and go for his neck, grazing his warm skin with my lips and teeth.

The sound that leaves his mouth is sexy as fuck. Heavy and arousing, I’m instantly hard against him.

Waiting for him to retaliate I opt to kiss him.

“No,” he pleads. “Keep doing what you were doing before.”

Strong hands travel from my sides to my thighs and he starts massaging them roughly as I crane my neck to the other side and start doing what I was before.

“Ahhhhh.” The noise is music to my ears and I want to find all the spots that strike that melody.

Jesus, I can’t stop my dick from eagerly seeking something to grind against. My efforts are rewarded with one of his paws grabbing it and rubbing it.

Greedy bastard, I think as I desperately press my straining dick into his palm.

Groans escape my lips as his thumb strokes the tip.

“Don’t stop,” he orders, his head thrown back.

Unable to see his face, I wonder how vulnerable he looks if I were to sit up. My curiosity can be stopped since my dick is getting what it wants.

Obeying him, I graze my teeth along his jawline, down to his collarbone, then work my way up the other side.

“Cole…” His voice rumbles.

His other hand leaves my thigh and brushes through my hair and I roll my head to the sensation.

Shimmying down his pants, both his pants leave me and my dick retaliates by seeking purchase anywhere it can. There’s nothing so I reach in my pants and start stroking it with long, slow strokes.

Sal chuckles at my desperation.

“What?!” I grumble, throwing my head back, letting the tingles of pleasure stream through me.

“You’re ridiculous,” he says with a sense of endearment in his voice.

He tears something behind me. I turn my head to glance and watch as he lathers his dick with long, deliberate strokes.

Automatically, my ass perks for him. Gripping the back of the couch, I use it to lean on and lower myself onto him.

“Hold on,” he grumbles.

“No.”

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