Page 59 of The Way We Win

Taking out my phone, I tap a few times until the sultry beats of “You Put a Spell on Me” by Austin Giorgio filter through the room.

“Mmmm…” She smiles slowly. “That’s good.”

“Yes. It is.”

She moves her hips in time, and she’s fucking gorgeous. Her entire body rolls like a wave on the ocean, and I can’t take my eyes off her.

She lowers her hands, and her top falls open to reveal a black lace bra underneath, pushing her tits up. Every time she twists her hips they bounce, and she slides her arms out of the sleeves before pushing the skirt to the floor.

She’s wearing a matching black lace thong, and reachingup, she lets her hair down with one tug. It sweeps down to her shoulders, and she turns her back, letting me see her round ass.

She rotates it, and my dick hardens.

Turning to face me again, her legs step apart. She slides her palms up her sides to lift her tits, and my hand instinctively moves over my erection. I want her to straddle my lap and grind. Then I want to bend her over the table and fuck her hard.

“Crawl to me.” It’s a low order, and I put my foot on the floor and lean forward to rest my forearms on my knees.

Her blue eyes widen, and she looks side to side before carefully lowering to her knees. Soft brown waves bounce around her cheeks with every move, and her tits sway as she carefully puts one hand in front of the other.

She’s a work of art in motion. My mouth waters as I watch her get closer in only that sexy underwear and black-rimmed glasses.

When she reaches me, I open my hands. “Come up here.”

She straightens, and I cup her cheeks in my hands, studying her pretty eyes. I take the glasses off and put them to the side. She’s so open and pliable in my hands.

“You’re beautiful.” I kiss her lips softly before releasing her and leaning back. “Take out my cock.”

Her pink tongue touches her cherry-red bottom lip, and heat fills her blue eyes. She reaches for the button on my jeans, unfastening it and lowering the zipper.

My dick strains against my boxer briefs, and she slides her fingernails over it, making me hiss.

I slide my finger along her jaw. “Tell me what you want to do.”

Her eyes are on her hands rubbing me through the black fabric, and her breasts rise and fall with her pants. “Everything.”

My jaw clenches, and my dick can’t get any harder.

I hold back a groan. “Be specific, Allie.”

She licks her lips, blinking up at me. “I want to put it in my mouth.”

“Put what in your mouth?”

“Your cock.”

“And…”

Her lips twist, and her eyes slide away.

The song changes to “Lips on You” by Maroon 5. I’m aching with need for her, but I cover her hands with mine, halting her movements and leaning forward.

“What are you thinking right now?”

She shakes her pretty head, eyes fluttering down. “I don’t know why I feel shy around you now.”

She’s kneeling in front of me looking like my dream come true, and she’s afraid?

“Look at me.” I cup her cheek, lifting her pretty eyes to mine. “We’ve known each other for years. I’ve walked you down the aisle at all of my siblings’ weddings. Sometimes you were more hungover than others, but you remember.”

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