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“Jesus,” I ground out as she opened her mouth wider and slid down my length, working me leisurely. My hips bucked at one point, and she gagged a little when I hit the back of her throat. I started to lean forward, and my hands came off the couch, but she pulled off. “No, keep your hands there. I’m in charge this time.”

Holding my palms up, I eased back and laced my fingers behind my head. She smiled, those fucking dimples popping, and went back to work. Sylvie wasn’t as experienced as most women I’d been with, which made me a goddamn hypocrite because I fucking loved that she was learning with me. Her innocent abandon and enthusiasm made me want to explode seconds after her lips slid down my length. Her natural sensuousness made me burn to bury my length down her throat. She experimented with quick strokes, then slow and deep ones, pulling off occasionally so she could work her tongue along my head and study my reactions.

I avidly watched her pink lips slide along my length. “Your mouth feels like paradise. Relax your throat and open up for me. That’s it. Sweet fucking Jesus,” I groaned as my hips thrust up into her mouth, clenching when her throat took some of my length. She worked me for several minutes, and I was seconds away from exploding when she pulled away, saliva and precum stringing from her lower lip. She wiped it off with the back of her hand, stood, and tugged her shorts down.

A snarl escaped me when I saw the glittery aqua-colored thong underneath. It was from Euphoria. “Tell me you didn’t plan to dance in that for anyone but me.”

Her lips quirked up. “Sasha thought we needed the full exotic dancer experience.”

My eyes narrowed as Sylvie wrapped her hand around my wet cock, squeezing it nice and tight. Frustration and lust swam through me, and I wanted to grab her hips and slam her down on my hard length. I also wanted to spank her sweet, firm ass for even thinking about dancing in public with just that scrap of fabric on. Which, again, made me an asshole for all the times I’d enjoyed watching women at The Emporium.

“Keep the thong on, but pull it to the side and take my cock,” I ordered.

Sylvie’s eyes narrowed, but her neck flushed and her pupils dilated, giving my little hellion away. Shelikedwhen I ordered her around while we fucked. “You aren’t—”

“Or I can take you over my knee and spank your sweet ass and pussy if you’d prefer.”

She made a show of slowly bringing her palm up to her mouth and graphicly licking it, then sucking a few fingers. When her hand was nice and wet, she grasped my cock, squeezed it, then pumped firmly. “You forgot you aren’t in charge this time,” she murmured chidingly. “Keep your hands where they are.”

My jaw clenched but I kept still. She let go of me and slowly slid down my body. Then she put my shaft between her tits.

My eyes slid shut. “Yeah, that works too.”

Pushing her breasts together, she tit fucked me while I thrust my hips along her chest as she lazily watched me. An orgasm started crawling up my spine, but she pulled away again. And that’s when I figured out what she was doing. “Are you…edgingme, Lollipop? Do you like playing with fire?”

She licked her lips and smirked. “I learned from the best.”

Her breasts were rosy, and her nipples had gone rock-hard. I wanted to lunge at her and take her down to the floor, but I kept my hands laced behind my head. “Be my good little fuck toy now and straddle me properly, pull your panties to the side, and slide your wet, tight cunt over my hard cock. It’s time to climb up and ride me.”

She shivered and let go of her breasts, studying me with bright, lust-filled eyes. Sylvie seemed to like being dominated but struggled with taking orders. Her reticence made the times she did obey me that much sweeter.

Leaning in, she patted my cheek, then slid her thumb inside my mouth. “Alright. You deserve a reward.” She climbed back into my lap, pulled her panties to the side, and worked herself down on my length. I licked and bit her thumb while I took in her flushed face. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, moaning as she rode me. I let her struggle.

Rolling her hips, she pulled her thumb out and planted both hands on my chest as she fucked herself on me. I leaned back and watched, fascinated, as her breasts bounced and her eyes met mine at first then rolled back in her head. “I want to come,” she whimpered.

“I can help you with that,” I murmured, bringing a hand to her hip and trailing the other to her pussy.

She grabbed it and brought it to her mouth. “No. I’m going to get us both off.” While she sucked on my two middle fingers, she trailed her own down to her clit. I felt her clench around me as she worked herself and sucked.

In this delicious game of hers, it seemed I couldn’t use my hands, but Icoulduse my mouth. Leaning in, I sucked and licked on her left breast, biting down on her nipple until she arched into me. Then I worked her other breast. Her movements sped up, and I sucked on her until she cried out.

My hips snapped up to meet her, and I leaned in and licked up her neck, biting under her jaw and ear. “Come for me. Squeeze my cock with your wet, tight little cunt until you squirt all over me.”

I followed my words with a few brutal thrusts, and seconds later I slammed up into her and came as she threw her head back and wailed softly at the ceiling, orgasming hard.

When our breathing slowed down and evened out, she slumped against me. I wrapped my arms around her, then stood, and walked us to my bedroom, still buried deep inside her. I wasn’t done with her yet, and things were going to get rough when I told her what I planned. Sylvie didn’t know it yet, but I had more than just playing chess, grilling, and fucking on the agenda this week.

Chapter 27

Sylvie

When I woke up to heavy rain and gray skies the next morning, I should’ve known what kind of day it would be. The world came into focus as I peeled my eyelids open. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the more intoxicating smell of Drakos and sex on his bedsheets. I rolled over and found him dressed and perched on the edge of the mattress, watching me carefully.

“Good morning,” I croaked, my voice still scratchy with sleep.

“That remains to be seen,” he replied enigmatically, his serious, piercing gaze locked on me.

“Oh, God, what now? Please don’t tell me there’s more bad news,” I groaned, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from my eyes with the heels of my hands.

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