reaction except for a slight rise in color.
“Like playing with fire, do you?” he asked in a calm almost casual tone, that had Kira wondering if she wasn’t actually rubbing something other than what she’d aimed for.
“Unzip your pants, Grant. I want to feel you skin to skin. I want to feel the sticky wetness of your pre-cum between my toes.” With every word she spoke Kira wound herself tighter. She’d never been so turned on in her life, all without the man sitting calmly in front of her laying a single finger on her.
“What will you give me if I do?” He challenged her even as she felt his hand slide between her foot and his rock-hard cock. He eased the zipper down slowly, watching her with hungry eyes the entire time.
Little did the man know she was eager to be dared. “I’ll let you fuck me anyway you want tonight. As many times as you want or however you want. If you want me to 35
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suck you off all night then that’s what I’ll do…with pleasure,” she told him, her voice low and husky as the flames of need build higher inside her.
“You give so much for getting so little in return. I wonder how I got so lucky.”
Grant’s tone grew strained as Kira’s foot grew bolder beneath the safety of the dark linen.
“You haven’t gotten lucky yet, but if you let loose a little I can promise you will.”
More than anything Kira wanted to watch this controlled, unpredictable man come apart for her.
Then the last barrier separating them disappeared and his hot aroused flesh was naked beneath her touch. They both sucked in a sharp breath at the sensual nature of the touch. Grant’s cheeks darkened as his nostrils flared.
“I swear I can smell your sweet heat,” he growled low. “Tell me you’re as wet as I am hard.”
“You know I am.”
Up and down she caressed his velvet-covered flesh with her toes, even though she was aching to feel him pounding deep inside her while their mouths devoured each other with desperate need.
Suddenly Grant sucked in a deep breath. He reached under the table, grabbed her foot and pressed it hard against his sensitive flesh. “Give me the other foot,” he demanded.
Not willing to deny him, not when she could see how close to coming he was, Kira jerked off her shoe then pushed her foot into his waiting palm.
“Fuck, this feels so unbelievably good. I’m so close to coming, honey. Is that what you want? My seed all over your satin soft skin? To get up from the table and know that I know what’s coating your ankles and legs is nothing but my cum?”
Both bare feet surrounded his rigid length, acting as a source of friction, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.
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“Both hands on the table, Grant, where I can see them.” Kira knew she’d pay later for ordering him around now, but she couldn’t resist the opportunity to boss such a strong man around. When he obeyed her command her pussy grew hotter and the motions of her feet increased. “Hmm, such a good little solider you are. I wonder what else you’re good at.”
Those high cheekbones she’d admired all night grew darker as his need rose. “I’m too close, Kira. Back off, honey, and we’ll save this game for when we get to the bedroom.”
Did he honestly think she’d turn back now? After she’d worked so hard to bring him so close? “Not a chance, Grant,” she murmured back then shot him a smile filled with sensual promise. “Here comes our very prompt server with your dessert, sweetie.
Smile nicely for the young man and I promise you a second treat you’ll never forget.”
When the smiling, oblivious man left them, Kira turned a predatory gaze on her dinner companion. “Now eat your pie like a good boy and we’ll finish up our game so long as you don’t let anyone know what we’re doing.”
Grant nodded and hastily grabbed his fork off the table. “Finish this, Kira, because I sure as hell can’t get out of this chair with a
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