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‘Fine,’ I say through gritted teeth, and he laughs again.

‘That’s my girl. And when you’re doing it, know I’ll be fucking you straight afterwards, okay? This is what you’ve got to look forward to.’

With that, he grips me hard around the forearm while jamming two fingers up inside me, and it’s so brutally perfect that I let out a barely human howl.

‘God, yeah,’ he says, pulling his fingers out and driving them inside me hard. ‘That’s what I’m talking about. I’m going to fuck you on the floor so hard that big brain of yours will explode. You won’t remember yourABCswhen I’m finished with you.’

With that ominous prediction, he pulls his fingers out roughly and nods. ‘Go on. Ride me.’

It would be insane to pretend I’m not loving every second of Cal toying with me and dirty-talking me and spurring me on to this shameless behaviour. I raise myself up and step between his legs before planting myself squarely on one rock hard thigh, just far enough away from his knee that I won’t fall over backward.

I have my feet planted as wide as I can get them, and the second my poor pussy hits denim I practically weep with delight. ‘Jesus Christ,’ I say, looking between us. Cal’s dick is still fully erect and weeping, but he ignores it, crossing his hands behind his head as he leans back to give me some space. His entire demeanour is that of a guy determined to enjoy the show.

‘Imagine I’ve paid you for a lap dance,’ he grits out, ‘but you’re such a greedy little slut that you can’t help but grind against my leg and make a mess of my jeans. If you do a good job and lick it all up, I’ll give you more money than you’ve ever dreamed of, and I’ll even throw in a rough fuck, just the way I know you need it.’

Jesus Christ, I am going to hell. There’s no doubt about it. His words have the desired effect, which is to cheapen me and turn me the fuck on like I didn’t even know was possible. I’m showered in shame and arousal, but my hips start to move like they have a mind of their own, because my only chance of an orgasm right now is to rub my clit against this rough fabric.

And I do, like my life depends on it. God, the drag of the cotton is so fucking good. He was right. His thigh is hard, unyielding, the denim perfectly abrasive, and I’d rub myself raw if it made me see stars.

‘Arms behind your head,’ he barks. ‘I want to see your tits.’

I drown in his black eyes as I obey, mirroring his stance, raising my arms and interlocking my fingers at the base of my skull as I find a rhythm and grind against him. I can’t imagine how wanton I must look like this, but the ravenous expression on Cal’s face gives me courage. That and my sheer desperation to come.

He rewards my bravery by unfolding his own hands and palming my breasts, and I swear I arch into him like the most shameless creature on earth, moaning as my nipples press against his palms.

‘Ride me harder, gorgeous,’ he says. ‘Take everything you can, greedy girl. I want my money’s worth.’

Then his palming turns to pinches as he pulls on my aching nipples like a man deranged, his nostrils flaring and teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he stares at me, spurring me on. I grind and grind and rub and rub until all I can think of is that next vicious stroke of his denim-clad thigh against the little, swollen nub of my clit.

‘Harder,’ he says, and I drive into him, thighs trembling as I chafe my most sensitive flesh against him. I’m a crazed, roiling mess of blind, primitive need as I rut myself headlong into the white-hot oblivion I’ve chased so desperately.

Every inch of Cal’s own hunger is etched on his face and written into the savage movements of his hands on my breasts, into the way he’s rutting himself, hips thrusting uselessly below me and his dick driving into nothingness.

Claiming my own orgasm as he sits there, servicing me and taking nothing for himself, feels awful and selfish and nasty and cheap and fucking amazing. And I let that riot of emotions cascade over me, heightening the impossiblepleasure that inflames my entire body and has me bucking and crying out as my hands go to his shoulders.

His first words are compliments, lavish adulations bestowed on me alongside hungry kisses as he praises my filthiness, my cleverness. But as soon as I raise myself off his thigh, my legs shaky and my clit already feeling unnervingly like it’s suffering from carpet burn, he glances down at the dark, wet patch on his jeans.

‘Lick it up like a good girl,’ is what he tells me next.

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And lick it up she does.

She sinks gracefully to her knees, and bends her silky head to my thigh, and runs her little pink tongue over the wet patch she’s made on my jeans. It’s a fool’s errand, because the thick denim has already absorbed most of her arousal, but no matter.

My poor cock stiffens impossibly at the scene. After her little leg-humping show I can think of only one thing: being balls-deep inside her.

‘Very good,’ I croon, combing my fingers through her dark hair and pushing it over her face. ‘You are so fucking beautiful.’

She looks up at me, tongue out, black eyes gleaming, and I experience a jolt of desire and affection and pride andrightnessso strong it has me reeling.

‘Turn around and crawl away from me, baby,’ I tell her, my voice hoarse with need. I drag my thumb down her temple. ‘I want to torture myself with the view before I get stuck in.’

Her face, which tightened into a pissed-off grimace atthe wordcrawl, softens. ‘Be my guest,’ she retorts, and she turns and drops to her hands and knees.

And she crawls. She fucking crawls, just like I asked, her naked body moving sensuously across my wooden floor, her arse cheeks swaying and her beautiful pink pussy on show for me. I stand, dick still at full mast, and take a step to the side to enjoy the glorious sight of her tits hanging full and heavy beneath her.

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