Page 11 of Scandalous Lover

I can’t help but smile. “But…”

Naomi perks up as I play along, sitting up straighter. I take advantage and grip both of her large, perky breasts in my hands.

“But…what if I kept my pants on instead?”

My eyes lift and meet hers, my brow furrowing. “What do you mean?

“I mean, I know you’re maybe not comfortable with the full meal deal.” She grinds into my cock as she says the words, sending my mind reeling. “But I also know it’s only a matter of time before my tits come out.” She bites her lip and leans into my hands on her breasts.

Without thinking, I slide them down to the hem and pull the top rightoff.

Naomi laughs and shakes her chest at me. “Yup, just like that.”

She reaches behind herself, unhooking her bra. I get both of her naked, perfect breasts in hand and lean forward to capture a nipple in my mouth.

Whatever she asks for now, she’s going to get.

“I need to taste you,” she says softly.

I glance up from sucking her nipples.

“I’m taking these jeans off so I can get your cock in my mouth.”

My mouth falls open but not a single word comes out.

“And in return, I’ll promise you that my pants will stay on unless you take them off. Deal?”

“I…”

Naomi groans in frustration, gripping me by the shoulders. “Whatever it is you’re so scared of, Sam, you have to let it g?—”

“Okay,” I say quickly before I lose my nerve. Or come to my senses.

“Okay,” she repeats, smile growing wider.

Then she’s sliding off my lap, taking her warmth, softness, and glorious tits with her. My mouth falls open to protest but she’s already pulling me up to stand with her. I wrap her back in my arms and follow, holding tightly as she walks backward across the room. When we reach the far wall, she spins and takes another step so my back presses against the cool wall.

She pulls away and places a hand firmly on my chest to keep me from following. “Stay put.”

I can’t complain, can’t form a coherent thought as I watch her drop to her knees in front of me. I still have my jeans on, and my erection is very visible through the thick material. Naomi drags her fingers down it, followed by her teeth.

“Is this guy going to be as beautiful as the rest of you?”

My eyes roll back in my head as her teeth find my tip, nipping it through my pants. “You can…”

I look down to find her gazing up at me from under her lashes.

“I’m sorry, what was that?” she teases me sweetly.

“You can take them off.”

Her face twists into an adorable smirk. “Oh, really. I can take them off, can I? You've really come around, haven't you.” Her fingers land on my belt buckle, and I suck in a breath, the anticipation shooting sparks through my torso.

“I feel like I should make you beg,” she says as she starts to slide my belt open, torturously slow.

I would.

“But to be honest, at this point I feel like begging myself,” she goes on as the buckle finally falls open.

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