I shoot her a pointed look, not gracing her with an answer.
A full minute passes before she realizes I’m not messing around and does what I asked. She lifts an arm to pull the zipper of her dress down. The pull is painfully slow, and the dress peels from her body, still not giving me a peek inside. Once the zipper is halfway down her hip, she rolls the straps off her shoulders, letting the dress pool at her feet.
Fuck. I suck in a breath at the sight. Miles of curves and pale skin stand in front of me, and damn, if she was sinful in red, she’s a direct ticket to hell in a black bralette and lacy boxers.
She bites her bottom lip as she waits for my next instruction.
“All. The. Way. Down,” I grit out, my fists clenching at the sides to stop me from reaching toward her.
Not yet. The anticipation is half the fun.
Rather than setting her tits or pussy free, she slips off her heels, dropping four inches in height. I barely notice, my eyes stuck on the curve of her hips and the thickness of her thighs. Her hands hide behind her back, and, next thing I know, her bra drops to the floor. My teeth grind together, mindless lust consuming me. I wanted to control her, but the sight of her dark pink nippleshypnotized me instead. Her tits are more than a handful, and my hands itch to touch her. Her eyes turn devilish, noticing the effect she has on me. She licks her lips in an over-exaggerated way, but my dick doesn’t care that it’s fake. No, he strains against my uncomfortable pants, dying to be set free.
I wait patiently for her to pull her panties down, but what she does next makes me let out a “Motherfuc…”
With a smirk, she turns her ass toward me, bending at the waist and slowly, tortuously dragging the underwear down her legs. Her ass is round and soft, begging to be grabbed. She lowers the lacy fabric, the pink pussy making me salivate. It glistens in the dimly lit room, showing me I’m not the only one affected by this.
She glances back, and I realize I need to say something. “Touch yourself. Bend over just like that and rub your little pussy.”
A whimper escapes her before she does what I asked. Her right hand trails up between her legs, finding her pussy, and her back arches at the contact.
“Tell me, sweetheart. Are you wet?”
“Mhm.” Her voice is practically a moan.
“I need your words. Dip your fingers inside and tell me how wet you are.”
She slips two fingers inside, and I let out a growl.
“I’m so fucking wet,” she breathes out.
“Are you? You sure you’re not lying to me?”
“Why don’t you come over and check?” she taunts.
“Why don’t you come over and show me?”
She shoots me another smirk and stalks toward me, as if eyeing her prey. She lifts two fingers in front of my face, victory gleaming in her eyes. “See?”
I pretend to inspect the fingers with doubt even though they’re visibly drenched. Her breath hitches as I pull them into my mouth, cleaning them off with my tongue. Her taste hits my taste buds, acting like a drug. She’s fucking delicious.
Her nipples are directly in my line of vision, two pebbledpeaks dying for my touch. I give them a taste, brushing my palms over them. She shivers, closing her eyes.
When she opens them, the black pupils swallow the light blue irises, and she watches me like a predator. As if in slow motion, she drops to her knees in front of me; her manicured hands making their way over my thighs.
Shit, she’s hot. She makes her way to my cock, and I barely suppress a moan when she rubs me over my trousers. I let her unbutton my pants to relieve some of the pressure from my cock, but as she reaches inside to get a hold of it, I grab her wrist. She might have thought she was the predator, but soon she’ll learn she’s prey.
“Nice try,” I say, the corner of my lips lifted in a smirk.
In one quick motion, I turn her around so that she’s lying face first on the bed, with her ass stuck in the air. My hold on her wrist is firm but not rough.
“You should know I take my bets very seriously, and this is one I plan to win.”
Though she definitely makes it harder, with the way her ass bounces while she wiggles to set herself free.Jesus.
The nails of her other hand claw into the back of mine, making me hiss. I subdue it, too, and wrap my fingers around both of her wrists to keep her in place. She’s still fighting, her little groans of struggle shooting straight to my dick.
Before she makes me come with the little show she’s putting on, I drop to my knees behind her and place a long lick over her soaked flesh.
