Page 34 of Mr. Infuriating

“I will if you will.”

With a smirk, he took a step back and unbuckled his belt, then popped the button open on his cargo pants, and smoothly slid them down his muscular thighs—his eyes on me the entire time he undressed.

Me? I was a little less graceful as I kicked off my heels, shimmied my jeans over my hips, then tugged them down past my knees, and almost fell over as I awkwardly pulled them over my ankles. All while he stood watching me with his cock tenting his grey boxer-briefs.

And what a spectacular tent it was. It almost made me forget to be embarrassed at the spectacle I was making of myself as I tried to get down to my underwear.

And I thought I’d done such a good job of projecting “sexy” when I took off my top and bra…

So much for being a temptress.

I was noticeably shorter without my heels when I stood before him in my black satin panties.

His nostrils flared as his gaze traveled down my body and back up again, but instead of reaching for me, he asked, “You’re sure about this?”

Good grief, what did a girl need to do to get laid around here?

Cupping his cock over the fabric of his underwear while pressing my naked tits against his bare chest, I looked up at him and breathed, “Positive.”

The skin-on-skin contact was electric, and my body broke out in goosebumps. Something he noticed because he chuckled as he lightly traced the raised hairs along my back.

“I like having this effect on you.”

My hand slid under his waistband, and I palmed his warm, smooth cock in my hand.

“And I like having this effect on you.”

“You have no idea how much, baby.”

Slowly stroking his shaft, I whispered, “Actually I think I do.”

He grinned as he ran his hands along the satin covering my ass, then worked his fingers around the lace waistband to trace the seam of my pussy. I knew the fabric was drenched.

“Your panties are wet, sweetheart.”

“I wonder why,” I replied cheekily as I smeared his precum around the tip of his cock with my thumb.

“Do you need to be fucked?”

I arched my boobs against him. “Mmm, god yes.”

Gabe grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged my head back, so I had no choice but to look at him.

“Beg me.”

Ho-lee fuck.

I had not been expecting that, but it had to be the hottest thing ever.

I think my juices are running down my leg.

“Please fuck my pussy,” I whispered breathlessly. “Please. I need your cock so badly.”

Not letting go of my hair, with his other hand, he reached between my legs, moved my panties to the side, and ran a finger down my center. The corner of his mouth hitched.

“You’re fucking soaked.”

Uh… yeah. You just told me to beg you while you pulled my hair.

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