Page 62 of Beautiful Harmony

“You’re right,” he said as he slipped his hand inside her panties and cupped her bare pussy. “It’s too crude for you to say that.”

She moaned happily, leaning back against him and spreading her legs wider. He rubbed at her swollen nub, circling it with his fingers as he sucked on her earlobe.

“You’re so wet, you’re practically swimming in these panties, aren’t you?” He traced the edge of her ear with his tongue. “Does that feel good, Em?”

“So good,” she panted, her hips working hard against his fingers. He used his free hand to tug at her dress neckline. “Pull this down, baby. Show me your pretty tits.”

Her chest heaving, she yanked her dress under her breasts. He ran his finger over a nipple straining at her bra. “Your bra too.”

She hesitated, and he stilled his fingers against her clit. She huffed angrily, and he kissed her cheek. “Do what I say, Emma.”

Her cheeks turning even pinker, she pulled her bra cups down until her magnificent breasts popped out. He immediately rubbed her clit hard, smiling at her squeal of pleasure as she rocked against him.

“See, Em? You do as I tell you, and you get a reward. Do you see how nice I am?”

“So nice,” she said. Her eyes glazed over, and he could tell she wasn’t listening. She was too focused on climaxing. He rubbed her clit briefly before sliding two fingers into her hot warmth. She cried out, rising on her tiptoes at the invasion, and he kissed her throat.

“Shh, baby. I need to make sure you’re ready for my cock. Squeeze your pussy around my fingers.”

Her inner muscles clenched around him, and his cock surged against his jeans. “Perfect, Em. It’ll feel so fucking good when you do that to my dick.”

“Lucas,” she panted, “touch me.”

He grinned to himself and teased her nipples with his free hand until they were dark red and hard diamond chips. She reached down and pulled at his arm, trying to guide his fingers back to her clit.

He went willingly enough, rubbing her clit in firm circles as she moaned and panted and thrust against him. Her body tensed, and he stopped touching her, resting his fingers against her pussy as she made a loud cry. “Lucas!”

“What’s wrong?” He gently kneaded her breast.

“I was so close,” she gasped.

“Ask me to stuff your pussy full of my dick, and I’ll make you come,” he said.

She glared at him, her blue eyes snapping sparks and her cheeks bright red. “I won’t!”

He pressed a kiss against her mouth, pulling back when she nipped hard at his bottom lip. He gave her pussy a light slap, making her jerk and gasp. “Be nice, Emma.”

“You be nice!” she snapped.

“I think I’m being very nice,” he said before rubbing her clit again.

She cried out, letting her head fall back on his shoulder with a heavy thunk as he touched her. He petted and stroked, watching like a hawk for signs of her impending orgasm. Her body tensed, and her breath caught in her throat. He stopped again, and her cry of dismay echoed in the mezzanine.

“Ask me, baby,” he said.

“Lucas,” she moaned, “please, I can’t.”

“You can,” he said. He was determined not to fuck her until she’d lost that iron control. He slid his hand out of her panties and tugged them down her legs. She kicked them off impatiently, cursing when they got caught on one heel.

He brushed her hair aside and kissed her neck before pressing on her upper back. “Bend over the table, baby.”

“Lucas, touch me,” she moaned.

“Soon,” he said.

He pressed on her back again, and she bent over, resting her hands flat on the table as he bunched her dress around her waist and then stripped off his shirt. He smoothed his hand over her ass, squeezing one firm cheek, before pulling her leg up and resting her knee on the table. She was spread wide open for him, and he stared at her beautiful pussy before sliding one finger over her glistening wetness. She moaned and arched, raising her hips and giving him an even better display of her pussy.

“That’s right, Em,” he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and shoved them and his briefs down his legs, “show me your pretty little pussy.”

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