Page 89 of Wicked Pickle

“The waiting makes it more intense.”

I push her shorts down. Ah. No panties beneath. Nice. “Now, step out of those like a good girl.”

She likes playing the role. She steps out of her shorts and kicks them aside.

I lean in. “Take that top off and show me those tits. Tweak the nipples. You know the way.”

She swallows hard as I sit in the chair and roll back to give her space.

At first, she seems shy in the harsh light, glancing up at the overhead, tugging her shirt down as if it could cover her naked lower half.

“Don’t make me wait,” I warn her and unbuckle my jeans, pulling my cock out to stroke it as I look at her.

This gets her. She watches my hand move up and down the shaft and sways from side to side to the rhythm. She inches the bottom of the shirt up over her belly and ribs.

I take in the red bra that matches the shoes. I’m going to need some colored pencils.

Then the shirt is over her head and landing on my desk. The bra is substantial, covering more than I’d like. I keep stroking, waiting for it to come off. Her thighs are tightly closed, and I need to see that pink.

“Foot up here,” I tell her, patting my knee.

She lifts a leg, and I grasp her ankle, setting the red heel on my thigh. The point of it pokes hard against my muscle, but it’s a good pain, and it grounds me now that so much of her is visible, so tantalizingly close.

She reaches behind her back and unhooks the bra. It loosens, and those glorious breasts shift with their freedom, giving me a hefty amount of cleavage to admire.

I stroke her ankle with one hand and my dick with the other, practically salivating.

She rolls her shoulders forward, and the red fabric slips. She squeezes her arms together, hiding what I want to see as the garment slides down her arms.

It falls off her wrists and catches on my cock. We laugh for a moment, then I tell her, “Arms over your head, you naughty tease.”

She thinks about it, twisting her hands and looking at the ceiling.

Then I’m done waiting and roll forward, drawing her close with an arm behind her waist.

Her startled hands move to my shoulders, and before she can even right herself, I have my mouth full of soft, pillowy breast.

She laughs and holds on to my head. “Poor daddy dom couldn’t wait any longer.”

She’s so close that my turgid cock grazes against her bare folds. She inhales sharply, and my need for her surges in a way I’ve never felt in my goddamn life.

“It’s right there,” she says. “I want it real bad.”

My voice is a rasp. “The condoms are in my back pocket.”

“I’m on the pill. Let me sink down on it bare.”

The blood rushes from my head. “I’ve never barebacked.”

“Bareback virgin,” she says. “I’m going to steal that first.” And she slides down on me.

Fuuuuck. She’s pure silk, tight and smooth. I lose my head for a moment and have to grapple for control.

She shifts so her feet are on the ground. “Sit back, biker boy, daddy dom, and let me fuck you this time.”

She pushes me against the back of the chair and lifts my chin so I can’t watch, only feel.

Her body glides up mine and down. I’m fully dressed other than my exposed cock, so there’s only one point of contact, skin to skin.

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