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Her nipples, regretfully out of his reach, rose up and
she grasped her tits with her hands, pulling on them frantically, pumping her
hips against his hand.
    “I’m going to come!”
    “No shit.” He smiled and enjoyed the view above him. There
was nothing like watching a woman take pleasure in herself. Clare wasn’t shy
and had a way about her that made it all that much more exciting.
    Steve was near to bursting and ached to thrust his cock in
this teasing and tantalizing woman. Seconds later she let out a keening cry and
her body tensed in a shuddering orgasm. She soaked his hand with her juices and
collapsed in a heap. He caught her on the way down and flipped her over onto
her back while she still trembled. He grabbed for a condom on the bedside table
and gave a grunt of frustration when he couldn’t find it. He needed release and
plunging into her while she was in the afterglow, all tight and wet, was what
he wanted. As much as he’d like to ride this little minx bareback, it wasn’t
something he’d ever do. So he held off.
    Slowly she calmed and curled herself into his side. He
barely heard her speak, her face muffled next to his side. “Don’t worry,
cowboy. Your turn will come and you won’t regret the wait.”
    Steve put his arm around her and pulled her close. “I’m
looking forward to it.” He had a hard time keeping his voice tempered, he was
so fucking horny. He gripped his penis through his pants and squeezed, trying
to take the edge off his need. It didn’t work very well.
    “I’m thirsty.” She rolled onto her back. “Can you get me
some water please?”
    “More? What are you, a camel?” Steve’s frustration level
peaked and his patience was wearing thin. Was he ever going to get laid
tonight? “Ya, whatever.”
    He got off the bed. When she snuggled down into the sheets
he thought for sure she’d be out like a light. At least she’d given him a hand
job earlier, but that hadn’t eased his need at all. He was dying here. Steve
went down to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water. Before heading back
upstairs he turned on his cell and checked messages. John had left a couple.
    “What the hell,” he muttered and tried to ignore his bulging
cock. You’d think he took a little blue pill with this constant hard-on.
    So did you fuck her yet?
    What a nosy prick. Not yet.
    Ah shit. What’s the problem?
    No problem.
    Come on, buddy, don’t blow it. Or is she blowing you?
LOL.
    Ya that’s it. Steve turned off the phone. He didn’t
need John’s aggravation. He was doing just fine in that department without him.
    He grabbed the bottle and stomped back up the stairs.

Chapter Four
     
    The lights were completely out now. She must have fallen
asleep. He pushed the bedroom door open and sucked in a breath. Candles were
lit around the room and the bed was empty. He saw her in silhouette before the
window. She had on some kind of getup, probably stashed at the bottom of her
Mary Poppins suitcase. He didn’t think his dick could get any harder, but it
did when he let his gaze wander over her. Ms. Tawnycat, as he knew her from her
online dating profile, wore a peek-a-boo bra and her glorious big nipples poked
through. She no longer had on the mesh thong from earlier, but a thong and
garter set that matched the bra. His gaze traveled down her legs, now clad in
fishnet stockings, which finished off with killer high stilettos. The paddle
she held in one hand gently tapped the palm of her other.
    Steve swallowed. He’d always had a thing for fishnets. But
the paddle? That wasn’t something on his bucket list. Yet looking at her caress
it made him reconsider. This was getting more bizarre by the minute and he was
loving every new twist and turn she was taking him on.
    “You’ve been a very good boy tonight and made Tawnycat a
very happy pussy.”
    He didn’t know what to say but he almost laughed out loud.
She looked so serious and Steve thought it might ruin the moment. Best to keep
silent