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her mouth, or if it would be too big to fit. She looked up at him, waiting for his next order.
    “Very good, Lexi.” He stepped out of the sweats, leaving them on the floor as he walked back over to the bed. He lay on his back, looking over at her before he wiggled his fingers in invitation.
    She didn’t protest; instead, she scurried over to him. “Take off the shirt, Lexi,” he ordered, grabbing the bottom hem and pulling it up and off over her head. It was dropped, forgotten, over the edge of the bed. Kneeling next to him, she wore nothing but a silky bra that only covered half of her sweet mounds. She also wore a thong that matched the dark purple of her bra.
    She flinched when Gabe ran his finger along the edge of her thong, letting it snap back against her stomach. “Very pretty, Lexi. Take them off.”
    “Take them...”
    “Off, yes, Lexi. Take them off.”
    She knew the look in her eyes let him know he’d won. She moved slowly, but it didn’t take long before she was stepping out of the thong and taking off her bra, planning on dropping them on top of her sweatshirt. He stopped her.
    “No, Lexi, bring them here.”
    She held the garments in one clenched hand. She climbed back onto the bed, her naked body soft and satiny looking in what little sunlight came in through the closed blinds. “Now what?”
    * * * *
    “Wrap the thong around my cock, Lexi.” He groaned as he felt her tiny fingers moving over the raging meat of his staff. The silky material felt almost too good as she took his silk-wrapped rod into her hand and began jacking it. There was just something very kinky about having a woman, completely naked, willing to do his every whim. She had her back turned to him now, and he took advantage of her position.
    He slid his fingers between her thighs and heard her gasp as he slowly pushed one long digit deep inside her wet pussy. He used his thumb to find her clit and began to torture her. His touch was too light, and she pressed further down against him. He heard her cry out.
    The cry was one of frustration, and it made him smile. He gave her what she wanted, pushing inside her, rubbing his thumb in tight circles around her clit. He found the small patch of roughened flesh inside her cunt and heard her cry out once more.
    “Is it good?” he asked.
    She didn’t answer right away. Her hand was still circling his penis using the smoothness of her thong, still wet from her juices, to jack him off. When he reached out, slapping her bare ass with his palm, she jumped. “Yes, it’s good.”
    “It’s good?”
    * * * *
    Lexi gasped. She didn’t think he’d take this game so far and even now, when her body seemed so close to exploding, and the thought of him moving his hand away made her growl, she couldn’t say that word. She bit her lip, glaring up at him and wanting nothing more than to slap him when he began to laugh.
    “What’s so funny?” she growled.
    “You are, pet. I’d never force you to call me Master. You can call me whatever you want, as long as it’s respectful.”
    “Gabe, you can be a huge dick sometimes.” She decided to give him some of his own and pulled her thong from his body. Before he could protest, she licked her way up the side of his dick, swirling her tongue around the wide tip. She took all of him that she could, and she knew he felt her gag.
    He reached down, pushing her hair around her ear and over her head, giving him the perfect vision of her mouth filling with his cock. It was obviously erotically stimulating, watching a woman with Lexi’s beauty and class face fuck herself with his prick. “Oh yeah, pet. Keep that up.”
    He was hot and heavy in her mouth, the taste of him bitter and salty. She couldn’t get enough. She wanted to force him to get off in her mouth, to fuck him until he realized who the boss was in this relationship. He used his free hand to stroke her hair and then went to the back of her head, beginning to guide her strokes until he was