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thigh is up
high against his side. “Yeah, like that.”
    He rocks his pelvis to give me a preview of
the position. I note the fluidity of movement in his muscles, the
same that I saw on the video. James’ motions showcase a polished
artistry, like his body was specifically designed for sex—probably
why he’s such a star.
    “I hardly ever get to do this one anymore,”
he says, continuing to sensually undulate into me. “I’m pretty sure
they think it’s not very cinematic—not dynamic enough, you
know?”
    It feels pretty damn dynamic to me and his
crotch is pressing right between my legs as he pantomimes sex in
the missionary position.
    My lips part and I can’t contain a tiny
moan.
    “Oh, sorry,” he smiles. “Still pretty
sensitive down there, huh?”
    “The way your jeans are hitting me ... it’s
really doing something for me,” I bashfully admit.
    “I’m gonna turn you into a wanton, horny,
ravenous sex goddess,” he says, rocking firmly into me with each
word before he stills.
    “Oh fuck, you are such an asshole, winding me
up like this,” I chuckle as I try to block out how good that
feels.
    He gives me that mischievous smile and licks
his fingers before sliding his hand between my legs. He looks right
in my eyes with a cocky grin as he starts rubbing me again, but
this time at a teasingly slow pace.
    “Am I an asshole now, Lola?” he smirks. “I’m
only an asshole if I turn you on but I never pay it off.”
    “Ohhhh ... seriously, James, that feels so
good it’s insane,” I say in a half moan.
    “Nice! I like this,” he chuckles. “Now I know
how to shut you up when you mouth off to me.”
    Even though I’m getting incredibly turned on,
I laugh at his remark.
    “You start giving me shit, I give you an
orgasm,” he jokes.
    “I think that’ll work the opposite of how you
want,” I say, my voice sounding progressively aroused as he rubs
me. “It’s Pavlovian conditioning. You’d basically be rewarding me
for giving you shit.”
    “Hmm, maybe you’re right,” he says with a
smart-ass grin as he takes his hand away.
    I whine loudly and he laughs.
    “It would appear that you want some more,” he
teases with an eyebrow raised.
    “It would appear that way, yes,” I smile.
    “What an interesting turn of events indeed,”
he says with an exaggerated accent like he’s Sherlock fucking
Holmes.
    “Come on!” I whine.
    “The girl that was so reluctant to even take
her shirt off is suddenly desperate for another orgasm,” he
continues in this silly English character. “My, my, how the tables
have turned.”
    I grab his hand and put it back between my
legs and he raises his eyebrows like he’s surprised and impressed
by my aggressiveness.
    “You always have to get what you want, eh,
Lola?” he chuckles.
    I nod and give him my best adorable smile,
opening my legs wider as he starts to rub me again.
    “I’ll make you come ... under one condition,”
he says.
    “Ok,” I nod for him to go on.
    “You have to let me kiss your neck and hold
you and spoon you all night if I want to.”
    I snicker. Such a cute demand. “Agreed,” I
smile.
    “And you have to keep your clothes off the
whole time,” he adds with that patented devilish grin.
    “I knew there was a catch!” I laugh.
    “I just ... I really like it,” he says,
looking down at my bare breasts. “Your tits are sexy as hell, Lola,
and I wish I got to see ‘em more often.”
    I blush and cover my face, which makes him
smile.
    “Oh, Lola’s Boobs,” he says into my chest, “I
wish we knew each other better.”
    I crack up laughing.
    “What’s that you say?” he jokes, putting his
ear to my right breast. “You wish you could come out to play more
often but Lola doesn’t let you? Well, that’s a shame.”
    I’m cackling with laughter.
    “So will you?” He looks at me with a cheerful
grin.
    “Will I what?”
    “Let me play with your boobs all night?”
    “James!” I squawk.
    “How about if I just look