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“Stand for me, sugar.” His voice was deep and gravely, eyelids lowered. He groaned as she slid slowly down his body, making sure she rubbed up against his cock all the way down. His little minx knew how to tease him. The smirk on her face confirmed she knew exactly what she did to him.
Bo turned her to face the window and started with her neck. He nipped along the sides, pulling squeals from her which turned to sensual moans as he continued his torturous nips along her shoulder. Spring leaned into his chest and sighed. She tilted her head, giving him more access to whatever he wanted. Bo recognized the deep and sensual sounds that flowed past her parted lips. They were the same sounds from the elevator. She wouldn’t last long, and that was fine. He would pull orgasms from her all night.
“Turn around, Spring.”
She took her time. He probably thought it was deliberate, but Spring had to gather enough muster just to turn around and face Bo and those damn sexy dark eyes of his. Her hands were at her sides, chest heaving, pussy soaked, leather pants probably ruined. And all Spring could do was wait. As much as she wanted to attack his body, she chose to stand and wait until he gave her further instructions. It seemed to heighten every nerve in her body, and she loved the sensations it sent throughout her body.
Bo silently eyed her as he slowed his breathing. Calming his cock down before he prematurely exploded was imperative. Then he saw it. It was only a flash. But it was more than enough time for Bo to see the fight for control as she battled to keep her lust at bay. The hunger.
At first, he thought it was a glare from the lights from the strip behind her giving her a colorful silhouette. But that wasn’t it. It happened again. Spring was waiting for him. She wanted him to control the situation…control her. Damn if he wouldn’t give her what she wanted.
Her eyes were drilling into him. She was waiting for his next move. And move he did. He thumbed the straps of her top off of her shoulders. He knew her breasts would be as beautiful as he hoped. He’d only felt them, and now he wanted to see them, caress and suckle them, torture each one slowly as she squirmed beneath him. The straps of her shirt fell down her arms, and Spring stood silent, breathing heavily as she watched his reaction.
“Beautiful, sugar,” he whispered just before he took a nipple into his mouth.
Her head fell backward as her lips parted on a moan. She arched her body, willing him to take more. She dug her fingers into his hair, tugging just enough for that sensual bite that made him groan with pleasure. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, steadying her. He sucked, testing her needs. Did she like her nipples sucked hard or soft? It didn’t take long to find out.
“Harder. Suck harder, Bo,” she huffed out as she drove her fingers through his short, black, curly hair, pulling him harder, closer. She silently begged him to take more. She moaned louder, ground harder when he did as she asked.
With one hand around her waist, a nipple in his mouth, he took the other hand and brought it down to her ass and cupped it. Then he moved it between the rounded globes of her bottom until he could feel the heat of her pussy seeping through the leather pants. He smiled as Spring began to grind against the hand between her thighs. Bo sucked so hard on her nipple until he felt his cheeks hollow from the force of the suction. She pulled tighter on his hair as she squirmed against him.
“H-Hurry and get my clothes off, Bo.” Spring started pulling her arms free of the straps. Her clothes were constricting her. Her body burned for Bo, and she no longer cared about keeping her clothes intact. She felt wild and wanton. Whatever she had been holding back was gnawing to be set free.
With a pop, he let loose her nipple and looked up at Spring with urgency. She looked so fucking sexy. The slow, sexy grin that curved those
“Stand for me, sugar.” His voice was deep and gravely, eyelids lowered. He groaned as she slid slowly down his body, making sure she rubbed up against his cock all the way down. His little minx knew how to tease him. The smirk on her face confirmed she knew exactly what she did to him.
Bo turned her to face the window and started with her neck. He nipped along the sides, pulling squeals from her which turned to sensual moans as he continued his torturous nips along her shoulder. Spring leaned into his chest and sighed. She tilted her head, giving him more access to whatever he wanted. Bo recognized the deep and sensual sounds that flowed past her parted lips. They were the same sounds from the elevator. She wouldn’t last long, and that was fine. He would pull orgasms from her all night.
“Turn around, Spring.”
She took her time. He probably thought it was deliberate, but Spring had to gather enough muster just to turn around and face Bo and those damn sexy dark eyes of his. Her hands were at her sides, chest heaving, pussy soaked, leather pants probably ruined. And all Spring could do was wait. As much as she wanted to attack his body, she chose to stand and wait until he gave her further instructions. It seemed to heighten every nerve in her body, and she loved the sensations it sent throughout her body.
Bo silently eyed her as he slowed his breathing. Calming his cock down before he prematurely exploded was imperative. Then he saw it. It was only a flash. But it was more than enough time for Bo to see the fight for control as she battled to keep her lust at bay. The hunger.
At first, he thought it was a glare from the lights from the strip behind her giving her a colorful silhouette. But that wasn’t it. It happened again. Spring was waiting for him. She wanted him to control the situation…control her. Damn if he wouldn’t give her what she wanted.
Her eyes were drilling into him. She was waiting for his next move. And move he did. He thumbed the straps of her top off of her shoulders. He knew her breasts would be as beautiful as he hoped. He’d only felt them, and now he wanted to see them, caress and suckle them, torture each one slowly as she squirmed beneath him. The straps of her shirt fell down her arms, and Spring stood silent, breathing heavily as she watched his reaction.
“Beautiful, sugar,” he whispered just before he took a nipple into his mouth.
Her head fell backward as her lips parted on a moan. She arched her body, willing him to take more. She dug her fingers into his hair, tugging just enough for that sensual bite that made him groan with pleasure. He wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer, steadying her. He sucked, testing her needs. Did she like her nipples sucked hard or soft? It didn’t take long to find out.
“Harder. Suck harder, Bo,” she huffed out as she drove her fingers through his short, black, curly hair, pulling him harder, closer. She silently begged him to take more. She moaned louder, ground harder when he did as she asked.
With one hand around her waist, a nipple in his mouth, he took the other hand and brought it down to her ass and cupped it. Then he moved it between the rounded globes of her bottom until he could feel the heat of her pussy seeping through the leather pants. He smiled as Spring began to grind against the hand between her thighs. Bo sucked so hard on her nipple until he felt his cheeks hollow from the force of the suction. She pulled tighter on his hair as she squirmed against him.
“H-Hurry and get my clothes off, Bo.” Spring started pulling her arms free of the straps. Her clothes were constricting her. Her body burned for Bo, and she no longer cared about keeping her clothes intact. She felt wild and wanton. Whatever she had been holding back was gnawing to be set free.
With a pop, he let loose her nipple and looked up at Spring with urgency. She looked so fucking sexy. The slow, sexy grin that curved those
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