“No, you’re not.”
He began to take off his clothes. “We’re gonna find out right now.”
“I’m not measuring your dick,” I said flatly.
Chris grinned at me. “I thought you said you were used to catering to unreasonable people.”
“This is nuts,” I complained as he stripped off his clothes.
“You have to get undressed too,” he told me.
“I’m not participating.”
“I need to see your tits and that wet pussy,” he murmured, tossing his pants aside. “That’s the only way I’m going to give my best effort.”
I was starting to get a little wet seeing that perfect body in front of me with the broad chest, the rippling biceps, the washboard abs that transformed into a perfect V that lead to…gulp.
Chris tugged at the hem of my shirt and lifted it over my head.
“Damn, your tits are amazing,” he breathed, nuzzling them. He unclipped my bra and sucked and teased my nipples, making me moan.
“I’m supposed to be making you all hot and bothered,” I reminded him.
With that, I dipped my head and ran my tongue over the head of his cock. I had the gratifying feeling of actually feeling him leap to life under me, from half-risen to standing at full attention.
Delighted, I parted my lips again and took him down as far as I could, floating that silky steel on my tongue before lifting back up again. His cock was impressive. No way could I fit the whole thing down my throat, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t try.
“I can get bigger.” Chris’s voice had a healthy amount of rasp to it. Glancing up, I saw him staring raptly at me. Correction. He was staring at my tits.
I felt a slow smile cross my face. Sitting up, I arched my back to put the girls on full display. “Yeah? Want to show me?”
“Come here.”
Grinning now, I edged up. His eyes were glued to me. I loved having his full attention like this. Taking my tits in hand, I squeezed them together to pop them out a little. Then I sank onto my elbows, the head of his erect cock brushing the tunnel of my cleavage.
“Show me,” I repeated.
Chris was quick on the uptake. With a pleased grunt, he flexed his hips upward, plunging his cock into the tight channel between my tits.
I looked down, watching the head of his cock peek out between my tits and ducking back in again.
“You like that?” I asked, my voice getting rougher. I’d never been aroused by having my titties fucked before. But Chris made it feel so good.
“Good,” he grunted, his eyes a little unfocused now. “Needs to be wetter.”
Wetter? Well, I could certainly make things wetter for him.
Releasing my tits, I crawled up the length of him, straddling his lap. His broad hands fell to my waist. I planted a kiss on his lips and then reached behind me to grab his cock to position him.
“Grace,” he groaned, rocking up.
Ha, as if I would make it that easy for him. I spread my legs wide and, holding his thick shaft, rubbed him in between my pussy lips. I could tell that he was straining against the instinct to plunge inside of me. He was flushed, and the cords of his neck stood out like he was straining against an invisible weight.
Teasing him was hard for me, too. His cock felt so good against my pussy. My body screamed to have him inside, and—
“Grace,” he grunted. “Measure it.”
I blinked. Right. In all the fun, I had almost forgotten.
