Page 68 of Recklessly Rogue

Bloody hell. That’s what I wanted her to say, what I expected, but damn it nearly makes me lose it hearing it.

I take my hand away and hold it up. “It’s all yours.”

She meets my eyes and lets her façade drop for a moment. “I want to play, but I don’t know how long I can wait. I need you inside me, Henry.”

She is everything I will ever want or need. “Play as long as you need to. I’m right here. This is all up to you. But you do love to pretend to be in charge.”

That makes a spark of competition flare in her eyes. “Pretend to be in charge?” she repeats.

I lift a shoulder. “We both know that I play you like a fine instrument.”

“Uh huh.” She does a little shimmy, then crosses her legs and executes a graceful turn. Then bends.

Fuck me.

She hugs her legs and peeks at me. “A fine instrument?”

“Yep. Averyfine instrument.” I lean forward. “Your pussy is so pretty like this. Pink and wet from your first orgasm and from being stretched by my cock for just a little bit before you pulled off and decided to torture me.” I reach up but don’t touch her. “Let me touch you, Gem.”

But she shakes her head. She turns again, stretching upright in one fluid motion. Her arms go overhead, her back arching, showing off her gorgeous body. Then she parts her legs, pulls one up, nearly to her ear, exposing her pussy again before spinning on the other foot.

Then she drops to the floor. She doesn’t have a pole here, but that doesn’t stop her. She goes through a routine that clearly is familiar, arching her back, rolling to her stomach, spreading her legs, bracing with her arms, pushing up, bending, arching, rolling until I’m nearly crazy.

She seems to know when I’ve reached my limit because she stretches to her feet directly in front of me. She places one foot on the floor beside my chair, then props the other foot on the seat between my knees.

She takes one of my hands and runs it up her leg until my palm is against her inner thigh. “Touch me, Henry.”

“I am touching you.”

“More.”

“Tell me what you want, Gem.” My tone is firm. She’s been winding me up, on purpose, and I’m not playing games. “Tellme where to put my hand, my fingers, my mouth, my tongue. Exactly.”

“In my pussy.”

“What do you want in your pussy?”

“Your fingers.”

“How many?”

“Two.”

My hand glides up her leg, two fingers sliding into her very wet, hot pussy. “Did you always get so wet when you danced?” I ask.

She shakes her head as her pussy grips my fingers. “No. God.” She laughs. “Absolutely not. Only for you. It was so hot having you watch me.”

I pull my fingers out and then thrust again. “You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She lifts her hands to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples as I finger fuck her.

“My clit too, please,” she says, twisting her nipples hard.

“Why don’t you put one of those nipples in my mouth and play with your own clit?” I ask.

“Thought I was in charge,” she says, even as she leans closer so I can suck her nipple into my mouth.

“Sure, unless I have a better idea,” I say, licking over the tip as her fingers find her clit.

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