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moaned and my head fell back as his fingers found my spot and continued to rub me as his lips and teeth took possession of me.
    The orgasm that had been building in me reached its peak and I felt my body trembling on top of him as I climaxed. I shifted uncomfortably in his lap, self-conscious about what had just happened, and I noticed that he was smiling at me.
    “What?” I tried to wriggle off of his lap, but his hands remained firm on me.
    “I didn’t expect you to come.” He laughed and his fingers moved up to play with my breasts.
    “You were teasing me.”
    “Through your clothes.”
    “My breasts aren’t covered.”
    “You didn’t say no.”
    “I didn’t complain.” I shrugged, hoping he couldn’t see my burning face. “I got mine.”
    “You sound like a guy.”
    “So?” I shifted in his lap again, trying to get off of him. His cock was still resting against my pussy, and all I wanted was to feel him inside of me. The orgasm I had experienced was only the beginning of the fireworks that my body wanted to experience.
    “I want you.” He kissed my lips. “I want to tear your pants off and I want you to ride me. I want you to ride me hard and fast and press your breasts in my face. I want to suck on your nipples as you bounce up and down on my hard cock and then I want to flip you over and fuck you from behind. I want to fuck you so hard that you’ll be screaming my name out , begging me for mercy. And then I want you to get down on your knees and suck me off until I’m moments from coming. Then you’ll get back on my lap and ride me slowly and we’ll both experience the best orgasms of our lives.”
    I stared at him, unblinking and silent. My heart was racing with anticipation and my fingers were unconsciously gripping his arms. His words had turned me on and I waited patiently for him to undo my pants. I wasn’t going to say no. I knew that I should say no, but I wasn’t going to. I didn’t want to. I wanted him badly. I had wanted him from the moment I had seen him.
    A voice was screaming at me, but I couldn’t move. I’d always been the responsible one, the wait-until-you’re-in-a relationship-and-in-love girl. But that had been boring, and it hadn’t gotten me anywhere. I’d never had one night of unbridled passion. My pussy had never ached for a cock the way it was aching for Greyson’s cock right now. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I wanted to feel how big he was, how deep he could go. I wanted to make him forget his own name. I wanted him to make me forget everything.
    I waited patiently for his fingers to move to the top of my pants. I wasn’t going to say no. I didn’t care how bad he was. Not in this moment. Not when my body felt like this.
    “Okay, you passed the test.” Greyson’s voice was soft, and I stared at him in confusion as he lifted me up and placed me on the couch next to him.
    “Huh?” I mumbled, slightly dazed and very confused.
    “While you technically didn’t give me a lap dance, the way you moved your hips showed me that you could give a good one.”
    “But, I thought...” I mumbled, angry at myself for feeling disappointed.
    “You thought I was going to fuck you?” This time he was standing in front of me and looking down. His eyes looked hawkish and his body seemed overpowering as he stood in front of me, tall and strong.
    “I, uh ,...” I looked around for my bra, not wanting to sit there partially naked in front of him anymore.
    “I told you that I won’t fuck you until you beg me for it.” His fingers reached down and traced a line from my cheek to my trembling lips.
    “You’re a — ” I started, but he pushed his finger into my mouth to stop me from continuing.
    “Shh.” He shook his head. “Or it will be something much larger than my finger in your mouth.”
    “You wish.” I pushed his finger out of my mouth.
    “No, Meg. I think you do.” He grabbed my hand and pulled it to the front of his pants. “You see what you did