"How do you want it, princess?" I bring my hands to her hips. Roll her skirt lower. Lower. "You want it like this?" I pull her body into mine, so my chest is pressed to hers. "Or like this?" I turn her around. Press her back to my chest. Turn her to the mirror.
I take her hands. Place them on the mirror.
She groans as she rubs her ass against my cock.
Her skirt is binding her. She can't move her legs.
Fuck, having her at my mercy—
My balls tighten. I need to be inside her. I need to make her come.
Now.
"Or maybe like this?" I bring her to the bed. Place her hands on the mattress.
She bends at the waist. Turns her head to the mirror. Watches as I slide her skirt lower.
Lower.
There.
I peel it off her ass, over her hips, down her thighs.
All the way to her ankles.
She steps out of it. "The second one."
"This first." I flip her over. Pull her to the edge of the bed. Hook my fingers around the straps of her panties.
"Chase…" She lifts her hips.
I peel her panties to her ankles.
She kicks them aside. Spreads her legs. Digs her fingers into the bedspread.
She's ready.
She's eager.
She's aching.
But I need to tease her more. I need to be the only thought in her head. I need to be the center of her universe.
I can't have it anywhere else.
I need it here.
"You wear that outfit to torture me, princess?" I place my body between her legs.
She nods. "It's called strategy."
"Strategy?"
"Yeah." She groans as I nudge her legs apart. "You like boobs."
I can't help but chuckle. "I like boobs?"
She nodsof course. "Not that I'm complaining. You're very talented in that way. I just…"