Page 62 of Rhet

“Yes,” she says as she walks backward into the cabinet.

Her breasts rise slowly, like she’s trying to control her breathing.

I position my body right in front of her, never touching her. I slide one arm down beside her head and lean into her ears. “Can I touch you, Zeeta?”

She nods slowly. I reach down and unbutton one of the pearls on her blue work shirt. Then run my finger down her neck to her cleavage, her skin feels soft and warm. “I want to place my cock between your breast so bad. Would you let me do it if I asked, Zee?”

She licks her lips. “Rhet—”

“Shh, no talking. Answer only what’s asked, okay?”

She nods and her hair slips over her shoulders. “Can I breast fuck you?”

She squirms against the cabinet. “Yes.”

“I love your lips. May I lick them?”

She nods. I feel so evil doing this, so I love it even more. I lick the edge of her lip, and then I bite her plump bottom lip.

She moans.

I want more. “Unbutton your shirt for me.”

“Rhet,” she implores.

“Do you want me to stop, Zeeta? Say the words and this will never happen again.” I hope she doesn’t want me to stop.

Her chest rises and falls. “No, I don’t want to stop.”

“Atta girl. Now, unbutton your shirt for me beauty.”

I step away as she unbuttons her shirt, her pearl buttons pop open one by one. As the shirt drops open it reveals a satin black bra. I love women in lace bras, but I think satin is my new best friend. The bra cups her breasts perfectly creating two globes like heart shaped mounds.

I pull myself away, dipping my hands in my pocket, because I want to grab her and bend her over the kitchen island.

“Take your breasts out for me. Don’t take the bra off.” I run my thumb against my lips. She reaches down and takes her breasts out.

I inhale when I see how dark and beautiful her nipples are. “Offer them to me.”

She puts her hands under her breasts and molds them forward.

My mouth waters. Fuck this was supposed to be a tease for her not me. “Can I lick them, Zee?”

“Yes,” her voice is heavy with lust.

I pass my finger around her areola. Then I bend to the right breast, licking the nipple and blowing on it slowly. “You’re delicious.”

“Rhet,” she moans her hands reaching for me.

“I know, baby, I know.” I move her hands away and duck down, taking the full nipple into my mouth.

She squirms, sliding her hands to the back of my head holding me close. As my tongue latches onto the right breast, I roll her left nipple between my fingers, adding pressure, creating a hint of pain.

“Rhet, please.”

I move away from her breast, dropping my hand to the side of her skirt. I slide her tight skirt up her hips and reveal something I love to see my women in. She’s wearing matching underwear.

“Open your mouth and hold this skirt between your teeth for me, baby.” Without a second thought, she opens her mouth and takes the end of the skirt in it. The black satin shines as she rubs her legs together.

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