Page 90 of Stolen Bases

“Like what you see, baby?”

She nods, biting that sexy bottom lip of hers. “So much.”

She trails wet kisses over my neck and chest as I slide my hands up her legs and under the soft fabric of her dress. Her skin is silky smooth.

I can’t stop from inching closer to her center. She bucks in my lap as my thumbs reach the sensitive spot between her thigh and pussy. The feel of wet heat radiating from her cunt centimeters away drives me wild with need. My cock jerks, attempting to break through his jean jail.

Knock it off, you asshole.

“Cam.” Talia moans. “More. I need more.” Her hips twist as she grinds down on my cock, searching for the friction she needs to come.

“Tell me what you want, and I’ll do it.”

“Touch me. I want you to touch me.”

“Where?”

“You know where.”

“You know I like to hear the words. Now tell me where you want me to touch you.” My thumbs inch further toward her center, her arousal coating the tips.

She grunts in frustration like an angry little kitten. “Stop messing with me and make me come, Cam. Touch my pussy. Please.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” I jump to my feet.

With Talia in one arm, I use the other to sweep the table clear. Plates clatter to the floor as I lay my woman out on the table, flip her dress up, and spread her legs wide.

Talia watches me with rapt attention, her hands clenched at her side. Her white lace thong is drenched, begging to be ripped off.

Hooking my finger around the strip of fabric, I tug it to the side. “Look at this pretty pink cunt. So wet and ready for me.”

Her pussy spasms, needy and primed for me to devour. Arousal drips from her tight entrance to her asshole, making my mouth water.

“Lift.” Talia obeys, raising her hips off the table.

In one quick motion, I slide her panties down her legs and stuff them in my pocket. With the crook of my ankle, I capture the leg of my empty chair and slide it closer, taking a seat.

“Where were we?” With one finger, I stroke up and down her soaked center.

Talia’s soft whimpers fill the air, feeding my appetite. She wiggles her ass. “Please,” she pants.

“Not yet” I shake my head and throw her legs over my shoulders.

For the first time in my life, I want to go slow. Talia is the first woman I have ever loved. I want to show her. Bask in the power she’s so freely handing over to me. Revel in the way her body reacts to my touch. Make her feel so good that she comes screaming my name.

My eyes bore into hers, pleading with her to hear me. “I want to take my time with you tonight. No rushing. I’m not going anywhere, itty bitty. You’re stuck with me now.”

“I want to be stuck with you, big guy.” She props herself on her elbows, knees wide, and grabs my hair. My cock weeps in my boxers at the rough tug. “But if you don’t put your mouth on me and make me come right now, I swear I will finish myself off and won’t let you touch me for the rest of the night.”

To prove a point, I watch as she slides the hand that was in my hair down her stomach and over her pussy. The pad of her index finger dips inside her entrance. She moans, teasing me.

“You think you’re punishing me, but all you’re doing is making my dick harder.”

She arches a brow at me. “Prove it,” she commands with pure sass and fire in her voice, igniting my blood. Her finger slides an inch deeper, her heels digging into the top of my back.

I don’t know where this little vixen was hiding, but I am so fucking down with it. If my girl wants to play, we can play.

I unsnap the button of my jeans and drag down the zipper. Reaching into my boxers, I grip my cock and unleash it from itsconfines. A bead of precum pools at the head of my thick shaft as I stroke myself from root to tip.

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