Page 8 of His Personal Stripper

Trailing his tongue to her other nipple, he licked the bud, relishing her moan. With his other hand, he moved it across her hip, down her stomach, cupping her mound.

She was wet.

Sliding a finger between the lips of her pussy, he found her swollen clit and stroked across it.

She cried out, her hands going on either arm of the chair. Biting down on her nipple, he slid that finger into her cunt, feeling how tight she was.

She was achingly so, and he couldn’t wait to slide his dick deep within her. He’d have her coming apart for him in a matter of seconds.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“I want you. Please.”

“You want me? You want me to do what? Leave you? Let you make yourself come?”

“No. I want you to make me come, and then I want you to fuck me. Please, Jack.”

He smiled against her tits, rubbing his cheek against the mounds. She was perfect.

Adding a second finger into her cunt, he rubbed her clit with his thumb, tugging her hair back at the same time.

Her cries filled the air as he brought her closer to orgasm, the heat of her surrounding his fingers, clenching as he got her close.

“Oh, fuck!” she screamed as he pushed her over the edge, the orgasm clearly taking her by surprise as he fingered her pussy.

He didn’t let up, making her ride it, taking his digits within her. They were not nearly as big as his dick, but she was going to get that in just a second.

Sucking her nipple into his mouth, he bit down, and that set her off again, screaming. Her hands sank into his hair as he caused pleasure and pain.

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Rachel’s body was on fire. She couldn’t recall ever experiencing an orgasm that powerful before. Jack had known her body, teased it, and then hurtled her over the edge and kept her there. The combination prolonged her orgasm but made it hard for her to pick if she should throw him off or hold him close.

She watched as he licked his fingers, tasting her. The smile on his face aroused her even more. The way he had her straddled, she was open to his touch, and she relished it.

He took control in the most delightful of ways.

“You taste so good as well. I’m going to be sucking that pretty pussy very soon.”

Jack helped her off the chair, and even though her legs were shaky, she didn’t collapse.

He stood up, and she watched as he opened the belt of his pants and then slid them down. He took great care when he moved the material over his dick.

She licked her lips when she saw the bulge of him inside his black boxer briefs. Next, he removed those same briefs. His cock stood out long, thick, and hard.

He wrapped his fingers around the length, and she became aware of how much taller than her he was. He pushed some hair off her shoulder, and she couldn’t look away from him.

When he cupped her cheek, she pressed against his touch, wanting him, craving his contact.

Tilting her head back, she took the kiss that he gave her. Her hands landed on his chest as he held her steady with his other hand at the base of her back, stopping her from moving away, not that she could.

Already she was addicted to his kisses. He was an expert, and knew how to get the fire burning inside her with his lips alone. She had to wonder what it would be like to have his lips on her pussy, bringing her to orgasm. The thought was too much right now.

He gripped her arms and began to pull her down onto the floor. The carpet was soft behind her back as he pulled her underneath him.

Lying out in front of his office, she stared up at him and smiled. “This is rather romantic.”

“I can be romantic and dirty all at the same time.”

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