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“Rarely.”
“Bite me.”
“If you insist,” I reply, not giving her a moment to realize she just opened Pandora’s box. My lips make contact with her neck and I suck hard, reddening her like I want to brand her perfect body forever. When my teeth clamp onto her skin, she lets out a surprised yelp that quickly shifts into a groan of pleasure.
Her hands rise to my shoulders to grip me through my jacket, and she presses herself harder against my dick.
She starts to roll now, rotating her hips with the skill of a seasoned professional, making me wonder how many lap dances she’s given before tonight. Surely I can’t be the first. There’s no way a woman can move so temptingly on her first try. I bet she’s danced for tons of men. I bet she gave them the same damn show—the microscopic thong, the round, suckable tits, the perky ass.
I don’t care if she gave a lap dance to every finance bro in the country. If anything, I should be thanking those jackasses for letting her practice on them. Appreciatively, I lean back and spread my arms along the length of the couch—as if I were paying for it.
Julia arches her back, jutting her breasts out at me. Her rosy nipples are hard, plump beacons. I want them in my mouth, I realize. I want all of her in my mouth before the night is gone. But before I can taste her nipple, she opens her eyes—like she caught me.
“Stop being coy and lick them, already,” she dares me, like a mind reader.
I glare right back at her. “Why? You can’t get off without my help?”
Annoyed, she cants her hips with more force. “I don’t need anything from you, August.”
“Prove it.” I loop my arm around her, pressing her body closer to me. My hand caresses her bare back, and I explore the suppleness of her skin. Her breasts are right in my face, tickling my cheeks with her motions. She’s bouncing on me now, working harder for release now that my challenge is out in the open. “Prove it, Julia.”
“I will,” she insists as I lower my head to her breast. “I’ll do this shit by myself—”
“You’re grinding on my cock, darling.”
“—by myself, and if you even think about putting your disgusting, filthy mouth on my tits—”
Immediately, I surround one of her pebbled nipples with my lips.
“Shit, that’s good,” she blurts out and lets the word ‘good’ disintegrate into a groan. “I hate you.”
“I hate you more,” I grit, moving my hands to grip her ass cheeks and give them a hard, punishing squeeze.
“Not. Fucking. Possible.”
“You have no idea, Julia. You have no idea the shit I could say about you,” I warn, pausing to tongue her other nipple. I slide over the peaked tip before pulling it back between my lips, marveling at how attentive they are.
“Coward,” she taunts breathlessly.
I shove my hand in her hair and tug her towards me, putting our faces right in front of each other. Her hair is a tangled mess in my fist, but she doesn’t stop working herself. Even when my hand releases her to wrap around her throat, she continues to grind unceasingly, making her breasts shake.
“Desperate,” I grit out, applying pressure that makes her gasp and then smile like she loves this shit. “You look so good with my hand on your throat.”
“Yes, August.” Her mouth latches onto mine right when she hits her climax. And when Julia Ridgeway comes, she comes hard.
Her body pulsates with satisfaction and release. Her gasps, her moans, are unparalleled. One day, I want her to say my name with those lips. With those breaths. I want her shouting my name to the ceiling while she moves like this.
The pressure against my cock compels me to squeeze her ass so hard, I know I’ll see my handprints if I ever bother to let go of her. She keeps rolling, keeps coming, swearing profusely. As she draws down, she gasps, working to catch her breath while she clutches my face. With her lips still locked on mine, she exhales contentedly.
“Incredible work,” I murmur.
The dreamy look on her face lingers until she makes eye contact with me and sees my best unimpressed face. It takes everything I have to sport that face in this moment when I’m anything but unimpressed. The single most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen is topless, wearing nothing but a soaking wet thong, and gyrating absentmindedly in my lap—of course I’m fucking impressed.
I take her in, memorizing every second, knowing I’ll recall this in lurid detail for years to come. Her pink, kiss-swollen lips. Her flushed cheeks. Those pebbled nipples. The slick arousal seeping through her underwear. Her pussy lips nestled around my length. The small wet spot she left on me.
This may as well be my legacy.
“You got my pants dirty,” I remark, my attention fixed on the dark wet spot right over my cock.
