“Mmm, that’s the first thing we’ll fix when you’re my wife. Can’t have you wandering around in worn out lingerie.”
“Oh, so I can look perfect for you?” she challenged me. “So I can be your little doll?”
“No, baby. So you can feel good. I want your body to feel as beautiful as it is.”
Mara finally went quiet, her chest heaving with a shuddering breath. “If I take this off, I’ll get milk on your shirt.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” I teased. “You already soaked me with milk once today. I didn’t mind one bit.”
She laughed, coming out of our little game. “You were mortified.”
“I was trying not to look at your fucking sexy tits, Mara. Bra off.”
“Bossy,” she said back, but sat forward to unhook her bra, drawing her arms into the sweatshirt to pull it out the bottom.
“Leave your hands up under your shirt and circle your nipples. Don’t actually touch them, just light, soft circles.”
Mara’s eyes drifted shut and she rolled her body. A hum emerged from her throat, her lips rolling between her teeth. She looked so fucking sexy, my cock threatening to break through my sweatpants.
“That feel good, Mara?”
“Yes,” she breathed, bracing her legs wider.
“That’s a good fucking girl. Love what you’re doing with your legs. It’s making me so fucking hard.”
Her eyes fell open and found me. “Show me.”
Fuck. I couldn’t believe Mara was going all in with this, but I also didn’t want to question it. She said it had been a long time for her, and I knew it had been a good long while for me. We were frustrated, lonely single parents getting horny together.
“If you want to see my cock, sweetheart, you’ve got to earn it.”
“You’re all bark and no bite. Typical brat,” she said. “I bet you wouldn’t be able to help yourself if I left you hanging long enough.”
My eyebrows shot up and I coughed out a laugh. “Damn, Mara. Here I thought you were this mousy little thing when I met you.”
“Think again,” she hummed, her voice silky as can be. “You really don’t know me at all. Now get your hand off your cock because I’m really tired of you misbehaving.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I meant for it to come out sarcastically, but my voice cracked, showing just how much she was getting to me.
Holy shit, was this real? Mara wanted to dominate me? She completely turned the tables on me, and it made my cock throb.
“Got you right where I want you, Jackie baby,” she purred. She had to know that nickname kinda irked me, something Mikey used in a joking way. She was using it to control me.
What the fuck?
I shifted in my chair, sucking in air as my cock could officially be called painfully hard.
Her hands worked under her sweatshirt. “I think the fire’s warm enough that I could shed a layer.”
“Oh my god,” I breathed, not knowing which layer I wanted to go away the most.
Carefully, she stood, flipped the blanket off her lap, and rolled the waistband of my borrowed sweats down. She tipped her head and approached me slowly, her red hair spilling over her shoulders and those blue eyes sparkling under her bangs. Naturally, my legs jolted open, inviting her to stand between them. She smirked and I was both mad at myself and enjoying the hell out of her taking my power.
I couldn’t help it.
I wanted to do anything to make her touch me. I was ready to explode.
“Help me to my knees, Jack.”
