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don’t mind, do you?”
His hand twitched on the back of the chair, his cock strained against his boxers. “Can I watch it with you later?”
She went wet, hot and fast, and the fabric of her skirt rubbed against her moistness as desire raced through her. “Yes.”
“Then I don’t mind.”
Mouth dry, Kindra stepped in front of the camera and turned so both their profiles would be recorded. She licked her lips nervously and her breath hitched.
Mack seemed to sense her sudden apprehension. He said, “Take your shirt off.”
“Okay.” Lifting her arms, she arched her back and pulled the tank top off, letting it tumble out of her hand as she tossed her hair out of her eyes.
“Touch your nipples.” He was leaning back again, lips parted, eyes dark and cloudy. His voice was soft and coaxing.
Kindra became painfully aware of the camera. This was supposed to be her show. She had intended to strip for Mack, then give him a lap dance of sorts in the chair. Not do what he wanted, not touch herself.
“Go on,” he urged. “I can see how hard and hot they are. They’re just begging to be touched.”
They were hard and hot. Her nipples were aching, erect and budding. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t do this.
Sensing Mack had moved closer, her eyes flew open. He had rolled the chair until he was right in front of her. Desperate, wanting his hands on her, aching with need and feeling too inhibited to touch herself, she rocked forward.
Mack put his hands on her inner thighs. Her skirt went up. His head bent. Fingers parted her. She gripped his shoulders.
Hot breath teased her clit, but he didn’t touch her. The need was painful.
“Mack, please.”
“I’ll take care of this if you touch your tits,” he murmured, giving her damp curls a little sharp tug.
When put that way… Kindra reached up and cupped her breasts, gasping with pleasure as Mack’s tongue found her and stroked lightly.
She threw her head back, and gave a soft moan. He was teasing, tasting with a maddeningly light touch that had her squeezing and rubbing her nipples in desperation. He pulled back completely and gazed up at her.
Her hands didn’t stop.
“Oh, yeah, like that. That’s good, baby.” Then he bent back over and plunged his tongue deep inside her.
Kindra came with a cry, and the only thing that kept her standing was Mack’s hands on her legs, holding her still. Her hands dropped and she drew in a shaky breath.
“Mack…” As the tight passion settled down to satisfaction, Kindra felt her eyes pricking. She bit her lip. God, she was not going to be a total dip and cry, was she?
She’d rather go bald. At least there were wigs to fix that. Nothing was going to prevent total humiliation if she went emotional and confessed her feelings for Mack.
He was laughing softly, his grip on her legs relaxing. His soft lips pressed her inner thigh. “You’re incredible,” he murmured.
It was going to happen. She was going to cry. Shoot. Blinking hard, she pushed him back into the chair. Feelings of love rose up in her and threatened to overwhelm her. If she couldn’t tell him, she could show him.
And hide her face in the process.
Kindra went down on her knees.
Mack’s eyebrows shot up.
He opened his mouth to say something.
She didn’t wait to hear. Pulling his erection out from his black boxers, she bent over and took a nice long luscious suck.
Chapter Six
Mack stared at the ceiling and gave a lusty sigh. Damn, he felt good. Never better, in fact. The lack of sleep didn’t bother him.
Not when he had spent half the night making love to Kindra. She was incredible. Giving, daring, yet shy. The way she was in bed reflected the complexity of her personality out of bed.
Full of surprises.
Mack rolled over in Kindra’s guest bed and watched her sleeping, her auburn hair spilling across her face. She had pulled the blanket up tightly under her chin, and her lush mouth was open as she breathed in and out with a soft
His hand twitched on the back of the chair, his cock strained against his boxers. “Can I watch it with you later?”
She went wet, hot and fast, and the fabric of her skirt rubbed against her moistness as desire raced through her. “Yes.”
“Then I don’t mind.”
Mouth dry, Kindra stepped in front of the camera and turned so both their profiles would be recorded. She licked her lips nervously and her breath hitched.
Mack seemed to sense her sudden apprehension. He said, “Take your shirt off.”
“Okay.” Lifting her arms, she arched her back and pulled the tank top off, letting it tumble out of her hand as she tossed her hair out of her eyes.
“Touch your nipples.” He was leaning back again, lips parted, eyes dark and cloudy. His voice was soft and coaxing.
Kindra became painfully aware of the camera. This was supposed to be her show. She had intended to strip for Mack, then give him a lap dance of sorts in the chair. Not do what he wanted, not touch herself.
“Go on,” he urged. “I can see how hard and hot they are. They’re just begging to be touched.”
They were hard and hot. Her nipples were aching, erect and budding. She closed her eyes. She couldn’t do this.
Sensing Mack had moved closer, her eyes flew open. He had rolled the chair until he was right in front of her. Desperate, wanting his hands on her, aching with need and feeling too inhibited to touch herself, she rocked forward.
Mack put his hands on her inner thighs. Her skirt went up. His head bent. Fingers parted her. She gripped his shoulders.
Hot breath teased her clit, but he didn’t touch her. The need was painful.
“Mack, please.”
“I’ll take care of this if you touch your tits,” he murmured, giving her damp curls a little sharp tug.
When put that way… Kindra reached up and cupped her breasts, gasping with pleasure as Mack’s tongue found her and stroked lightly.
She threw her head back, and gave a soft moan. He was teasing, tasting with a maddeningly light touch that had her squeezing and rubbing her nipples in desperation. He pulled back completely and gazed up at her.
Her hands didn’t stop.
“Oh, yeah, like that. That’s good, baby.” Then he bent back over and plunged his tongue deep inside her.
Kindra came with a cry, and the only thing that kept her standing was Mack’s hands on her legs, holding her still. Her hands dropped and she drew in a shaky breath.
“Mack…” As the tight passion settled down to satisfaction, Kindra felt her eyes pricking. She bit her lip. God, she was not going to be a total dip and cry, was she?
She’d rather go bald. At least there were wigs to fix that. Nothing was going to prevent total humiliation if she went emotional and confessed her feelings for Mack.
He was laughing softly, his grip on her legs relaxing. His soft lips pressed her inner thigh. “You’re incredible,” he murmured.
It was going to happen. She was going to cry. Shoot. Blinking hard, she pushed him back into the chair. Feelings of love rose up in her and threatened to overwhelm her. If she couldn’t tell him, she could show him.
And hide her face in the process.
Kindra went down on her knees.
Mack’s eyebrows shot up.
He opened his mouth to say something.
She didn’t wait to hear. Pulling his erection out from his black boxers, she bent over and took a nice long luscious suck.
Chapter Six
Mack stared at the ceiling and gave a lusty sigh. Damn, he felt good. Never better, in fact. The lack of sleep didn’t bother him.
Not when he had spent half the night making love to Kindra. She was incredible. Giving, daring, yet shy. The way she was in bed reflected the complexity of her personality out of bed.
Full of surprises.
Mack rolled over in Kindra’s guest bed and watched her sleeping, her auburn hair spilling across her face. She had pulled the blanket up tightly under her chin, and her lush mouth was open as she breathed in and out with a soft
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