Page 89 of Tempting Little Thief

I step out of my jeans, and her attention snaps back to my bulge, stiff and straining. Her chest heaves, her mouth watering, forcing her to swallow.

I fist myself over my boxers and she whimpers at the sight.

At the fuckingsight, with no part of us touching, my balls appreciate the sound, drawing up tight.

Slowly, I walk backward, and she tracks my every move, toes curling into the carpet to help hold herself still.

“Close your eyes.”

She listens.

I push my boxers down, kicking out of them, and lower into the armchair in the corner. I stare at her a moment, at the perfect arch of her ass, toned and bubbled, cheeks hanging from the thin panties I’m taking home with me tonight.

My fingers wrap around my dick and I squeeze, my jaw flexing. I give it a little tug, once, twice, and a long, tight third time, my groan filling the room.

She sucks in a breath, her hands flattening at her sides as she squeezes her eyes to keep from peeking.

“My dick is so hard. It’s aching, Rich Girl. Looking at you, knowing what’s next.” I stroke myself again, my legs falling open wider as I rest my head against the back of the chair. “Fuck,” I groan. “There’s precum on the tip already.”

A tremble works its way through her.

“Do you want to taste it?”

“Yes.”

Instant fucking answer.

“Do not open your eyes, but come to me, perfect girl.” She moves instantly. “Find me and you can taste me.” I keep talking to direct her, and my girl’s got perfect, well-trained senses.

Her legs brush mine, and she pauses, burying her hands between her thighs for a split second.

She waits, and I let her, crawling my fingers up her inner thigh but stoppingjustbefore her pussy.

“You know what to do.”

She lowers to her knees, eyes still closed.

I take her hand, threading my fingers through hers and draw them to my lips. I kiss each knuckle, biting on the pinkie and she moans.

“Ready to taste?”

“Yes.”

“Go on then.”

Her fingers graze my shaft and I jolt, but she quickly wraps them around and a heavy breath rushes from her lungs. She leans forward, and when her tongue pokes out, it’s like a heavy weight falls on my chest.

The anticipation fucking heady.

She tastes along the head of my cock in a long, greedy lick, and then she gasps.

I smirk through my moan. “You feel them?”

“Y-yes.”

“It’s gonna feel so good inside you and it’s going in raw this time.”

“Yes.”

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