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She did that head tilt thing again. “Have I upset you?”
“No,” I lied.
She smiled again, suddenly looking much older than her mid-twenties. Then she pushed off the couch and came over to me, going up on tiptoe to brush a kiss against my lips. “Liar.”
I certainly didn’t like how clearly she saw through me and must have frowned, because next moment, she reached up to rub at the space between my eyebrows.
“You think I’m judging. I’m not. I just find you absolutely fucking fascinating.”
“Do you?”
“Yep. And I want to peel back every layer.”
“Every layer?”
“Mmm hmm. Starting with this.” Stef stepped back and started unbuttoning my shirt, easing it off and tossing it aside. Then she trailed her fingers down my chest, over my abs, smiling wickedly. “Every layer.”
I was hard again, desperate for her, and didn’t hesitate, wrapping my arm around her waist and lifting her, carrying her to the couch. She giggled, her arms around my neck, and I dropped her, so she bounced on the cushions before straddling her.
Stef grinned up at me, reaching up to toy with my hair. “I like you like this.”
“Like what?”
“All hot and rumpled.” Her grin turned wicked, and she reached between us, her fingers dancing over my cock. “You’re so fucking hard.”
“Jesus.”
“I want you to do something for me.”
“What’s that?”
Her tongue darted out to wet her lips and her eyes darkened. “I want you to come on my tits.”
Honestly, this girl was a teenage boy’s wet dream. And a grown man’s wet dream, come to that.
“What do you say?”
“I’ll do my best.”
With a soft chuckle, she pushed me off her, so I was sitting on the couch, and knelt in front of me. She reached for my zipper, easing it down and pulling my cock out, her fingers squeezing.
I groaned and watched as she ducked her head and ran her tongue over the tip before sucking me into her mouth. Her eyes lifted, locking on mine as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing, her fingers pumping.
It was so fucking good, and I let my head fall back, reaching out and wrapping my hands around her hair, lifting it so I could watch her work.
She moaned, the vibration rippling through me, and I couldn’t hold back, already so fucking close. Finally, with a groan, I tugged her off me and Stef sat back on her heels, her lips parted, her eyes hot. Without a word, I reached up and grabbed her shirt by the collar and, in one movement, tore it open, making her gasp. When we’d got dressed in the limo, she hadn’t bothered to put her bra back on, just shoved it in her bag.
“On your tits, right?”
“Fuck yes.”
She lifted them, pushing them together, and I fisted my cock, pumping, my eyes locked on her face.
But she only had eyes for my cock. She was transfixed. “Give it to me.”
I did, spurting over her chest, making a mess of her. She didn’t seem to mind, running her fingers over her skin, before lifting them to her mouth and licking them clean.
Jesus fucking Christ.