Page 39 of Pucking Amazing

We both know we’re teetering on the precipice here, the point of no return. The air is thick with the scent of her perfume and pheromones. Every cell in my body is screaming at me to tear her clothes off and take her right here against the door.

But I force myself to wait, letting Sydney call the shots.

She stares at me, eyes glimmering in the low light, seeming to weigh something in her mind. After an agonizing pause, she nods slowly.

“Let’s do this,” she whispers, her voice husky. “But just for tonight. To get it out of our systems. And then we go back to normal tomorrow, agreed?”

“Agreed,” I breathe, already leaning in to capture her lips again. No time to waste. If we’re only going to have one night together, I have a hell of a lot of things to get out of my system.

Starting with getting those clothes off her.

I pull her toward the middle of the plush hotel room, into the light. “Undress for me,” I growl.

Sydney undresses tantalizingly slowly, sliding her dress off one shoulder at a time, revealing her smooth, golden skin inch by agonizing inch. Her dark hair tumbles down her back as the dress slips to the floor. She shoots me a coy smile, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me.

Be careful, babe, two can play at this game.

“Get on the bed,” I order, my voice low and rough with desire. “Show me how you touch yourself when you’re all alone.”

Her eyes widen, darkening with lust. “Like this?” she purrs, crawling onto the bed and running her hands over her generous curves. “Talk to me, DJ. Tell me exactly what you want to see.”

Fuck, that’s hot. Quickly, I tear my own clothes off, not bothering with a strip tease. I can’t take my eyes off the sight before me.

I’ve been fantasizing about what might get Sydney off. Turns out she’s a girl that likes a little direction, huh? My cock twitches at the thought.

“Start at your collarbone,” I direct as I advance on her. “Trail your fingertips down...slowly. When you reach your pussy, take it real slow.”

She obeys with a breathy moan, propping herself up on the hotel pillows so she can watch my face as I watch her pleasure herself. Her fingers trace down, stopping to circle one hard nipple, then continuing across her soft belly.

When her fingers reach her slick folds, she moans again as she slides a finger inside herself.

God damn. The way she responds to my commands is intoxicating. I want to just throw her down and fuck her senseless, but I’m enjoying this power trip too much.

Needing to touch her silky skin, I grab her hips, yanking her to the edge of the bed and spreading her thighs wide. It takes every ounce of my restraint not to plunge my rock-hard cock into her right then and there. Breathing heavily, I step back, stroking myself slowly and watching her as she rubs her clit, faster now.

“DJ,” she begs shamelessly, reaching for me. “I need you inside me. Fill me up.”

“Not yet,” I growl and sink to my knees before her, spreading her legs even wider so I can see every movement of her slender fingers against her dripping-wet center.

I gently bite my way up the inside of one thigh, letting my breath ghost against her clit before biting my way back down the other side.

“Please, I want your mouth on me,” she pleads, but I’m not done watching her pleasure herself.

“Stretch yourself out for me,” I order.

She meets my eyes boldly before complying, fitting two fingers inside that hot little hole, then three. The sight of her fingers pumping in and out of her dripping opening drives me wild.

Her gaze is locked on mine, her breath ragged and needy. I watch her touch herself, fascinated by the way she moves, the little sounds she makes driving me insane, cataloging every flick of her fingers, every little trick she uses on herself, filing it away for later.

Only tonight be damned.

“Good girl,” I murmur. “Get yourself close, but don’t come yet. Take your time.”

Sydney’s eyes glint with a mix of defiance and arousal, her breathing harsh against the silent hum of the hotel’s AC. Her fingers move more deliberately now, dipping and curling inside herself while her other hand works her clit in frantic circles.

She’s close—I can tell by the way her body starts to shake and the pitch of her moans elevates.

“Let me come, DJ...” she gasps, her voice laced with desperation.

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