Page 21 of Dust to Dust

“You want them rising to the occasion before you ever get on their lap.”

Her cheeks warmed again. “I see.”

“But you’re not staying on the thighs the whole time. Go back to the chest and even up the neck. Then you’re going to withdraw your touch to tease them even more.”

She frowned as she took her hands from me. “What do I do now?”

“You dance to tease me. You move your body like you want to fuck me.”

To my surprise, Isla didn’t protest that she didn’t know what to do. She had a dancer’s heart. Slowly, her hips began to sway.

Her hands traveled over her body.

Her eyes closed in exaggerated bliss.

Her mouth opened for her tongue to lick along her lips.

As I stared at her, heat began to stir below my waist. At the sight of her arms going around her back to undo her top, my breath hitched. When the glittery material fell free from her breasts, my mouth ran dry as my cock slammed against my zipper.

She opened her eyes to pin with a stare. With a shy smile, she flung her top to the floor. “You didn’t tell me to, but I thought it was the right time.”

“Good instincts.”

And fucking mouth-watering tits. They sat high and heavy. The kind you knew were natural. My hands itched at my sides to touch them. I wanted to squeeze them before teasing the nipples into hardened points with my fingertips. Then I would take the aching peaks deep into my mouth.

It was then Isla’s gaze dropped to my lap and now tented pants. “Oh,” she murmured.

“That’s what you do to me.”

“But I haven’t done anything yet.”

“You don’t have to, Little Dove. Just the sight of you makes me ache.”

She swept a piece of hair behind her ear and then peeked at me through her eyelashes. “I do?”

“Don’t ever second guess your beauty and sex appeal again. You keep your head high like the fucking goddess you are.

Isla’s chin turned up. “What do I do now?” she questioned, her voice lower and more seductive.

“Turn around to where your back is facing me.” Always obedient, Isla did as I asked. It was a hell of a fucking turn-on. I got even harder imagining commanding her in the bedroom.

“Place your hands on my knees, and then slide your ass slowly down my chest and onto my lap.”

At the sight of her full, round ass cheeks inches from my mouth, a long groan erupted from my lips. Isla’s descent froze before she threw a look at me over her shoulder. “Are you all right?”

I chuckled. “You better get used to that noise. Men are going to be making it all the time around you.”

“Oh,” she murmured before ducking her head.

“Don’t shy away from your power, Isla. You’re the one who controls this. You control my pleasure and theirs. Don’t ever forget who is in charge.”

At her nod, I then said, “Now start rolling your hips on my dick. Imagine you’re riding me reverse cowgirl.”

I had to give it to her–the girl could work a cock. The dancing ability she possessed gave her an effortless swivel of her hips. “You can bounce on me, too.”

At her practically twerking, I couldn’t fight the groan that escaped my lips. “Do you like that Quinn?” she questioned breathlessly.

Although I fucking loved the sound of my name on her lips, I couldn’t help but ask, “Who said you could call me by my first name?”

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