Page 70 of Marcus-stiltskin

I don’t smile back. “We’ll see about that, Mr. Jones.”

I force his legs apart further and rest my hands on his knees, grinding my ass into his crotch until I feel his hands reach out for my waist.

“No touching the dancers,” I remind him. He raises his hands in surrender.

“No touching the dancers,” he repeats, his grin growing wider. He sets his hands palm down on either side of him and watches, waiting for what I’ll do next.

Slowly, I kneel down in front of him and run my lips up the inside of his thigh. He shutters and groans as I get closer and closer to his cock. It’s already begun to tent the boxers he’s wearing. I skip over to his other thigh and work my way down to his knee.

“Remember the rules,” I remind him as I stand up and turn my back to him. I flip my hair to my shoulder and make a show of unhooking my top. It slips off and falls to the floor as I start to move my hips again.

He grips the bench as I turn and face him. His eyes meet mine, and the fire that always seems to take me by surprise is there as he waits for my next move. I move closer to him, my hips swaying. With my foot, I shove his good leg over so that his legs are closed and straddle him. With my hands around his neck and my feet still on the ground, I make him my human pole, switching between grinding my pussy against his hard cockand teasing his face with my bare breasts. His hands twitch as I continue to move, my hips rocking as if we’re having sex with our clothes on.

“Sarah,” he groans, softly.

“Hmmm?” I ask, pretending to be unaffected.

“You’re right.”

“Of course I am,” I tell him. He closes his eyes and smiles. “I would have carried you out of there in a heartbeat.”

“Eh, maybe not,” I tell him, grinding harder against his cock. “This is a little above and beyond the VIP room.”

He chuckles and grabs me by the waist.

“No touch–” Marcus plants his mouth over mine, his tongue stopping me from objecting to his hands. He leans back and pulls me down on top of his lap.

His fingers run down my spine as I continue to grind against him, two thin pieces of fabric the only thing between us.

“We seem to have a problem,” I whisper in his ear as I continue to grind.

“Hmmmm?”

“We seem to still be clothed.”

He grunts and runs his hand between us, freeing his cock and pulling at my bottoms until they come apart at the seam. He gives me no warning as his cock plunges deep inside me, filling me completely.

I groan and stop moving against him.

He stops and opens his eyes. “Shit, I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

In response, I continue to move, lifting up and grinding back down on his cock as I hold his gaze. He closes his eyes and sighs. “You feel so fucking good,” he mutters as I lift back up again. My knees are going to hate me when this is all said and done, but the noises he’s making are totally worth it.

I move up and down his cock in a slow rhythm as he leans back against the chair. He doesn’t let this go on too long before takingover–his hands finally grabbing my hips when he grows tired of the slow torture. I’m not going to be the only one hurting later.

I may be on top, but he’s definitely taken charge. His fingers dig into my sides as he drives up into me while simultaneously moving me where he wants me. I try to help, but he continues to move at his own pace until he says in frustration. “Woman, would you let me fuck you, please?”

His please sends me over the edge and I start to giggle.

“So it’s funny, huh?”

I bite my lip and look away, trying to control the laughter threatening to erupt. “Sit up on your knees,” he demands. I do as he asks, balancing myself with my hands on his shoulders.

His fingers find my clit as his mouth goes for my breast and I almost collapse onto his lap as it all washes over my entire lower half. “Not-ah.” he says. “You’re going to stay there until I’m done with you.”

I’d totally smart off to him, if he didn’t already have my breast back in his mouth, nipping at me as I ride his hand. Between the boards digging into my knees and what he’s doing to me, my entire lower body begins to spasm.

“Marcus,” I breathe as he works my clit in faster circles. “Please…”

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