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I scramble off the bed, practically tripping over myself to be near her.

“Take them off.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I reach for her panties.

But like mere minutes ago, she swats me away. “Not with your hands.” She leans in until her lips graze my ear. Her breath skitters over my skin, leaving pinpricks of pleasure in its wake. “With your teeth.”

My pulse skyrockets, my cock throbbing painfully. But as agonizing as this is, as desperate as I am to feel her, I’m loving every fucking second of watching Wynter take control.

While I’ve always liked being the one in control, at least in the bedroom, I can’t ignore that there is something so damn erotic about having Wynter tell me what to do.

Without a single hesitation, I lower myself to my knees and open my mouth, catching the waistband of her panties between my teeth. Then I tug them down, one hip and then the other, until they slip down her thighs on their own.

What I wouldn’t give to bury my face between her legs, make her come so damn hard she begs for me to touch her.

But I don’t.

“You can go back to the bed now,” she instructs once her panties reach her feet.

I do as she commands and hurry back to the bed, transfixed as she continues her sensual tease of a dance, this time without a single scrap of clothing on. Which is torture enough.

But then she saunters toward me and climbs on top of me once more. This time, though, she’s completely fucking naked. And I can feel her warmth through my jeans.

Better yet, I can see how damn wet she is as she grinds against my erection.

“Does this turn you on?” I murmur, inching my lips toward hers, mindful not to touch her.

Even though I really want to drag my tongue up the column of her throat. Clamp my teeth onto her neck. Mark her as mine for all to see.

“Does dancing and stripping for me make you wet?” I dip my gaze to where she’s moving against me. “Because from where I’m sitting, your cunt is dripping all over me.”

“It is,” she breathes, throwing her head back as she continues to rock against me.

“Then do something about it, Wynter.” I lean even closer, my gaze fixating on the pulse fluttering in her neck. “Touch yourself. Grind that pussy all over me until you make a mess on my lap. I know you want to.”

She gradually brings her hand toward her center. I try to keep my eyes locked on hers, but I can’t resist the temptation.

“It’s okay,” she says with a smirk. “You can watch.”

And I do. I allow my eyes to drop, not blinking for even a heartbeat as she slowly circles her clit, her hips still rolling against me.

This may be one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. And it’s killing me not to kiss her. Touch her. Feel her. All I can do is watch as she pleasures herself, using me to chase her bliss.

There are worse ways of being used.

At first, she goes slow. Like she’s exploring more than anything. But eventually, her desire wins out, and she rubs faster, moving against me with more urgency.

I bunch the duvet in my fists, every muscle clenching as that familiar sensation builds inside me. I try to rein it in. Try to regain some sort of control. But the friction of her grinding against me is too much, especially when she shudders against me, crying out as she comes.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my body trembling and jerking through the unexpected release, waves of euphoria rolling through me. I collapse onto the bed, struggling to regulate my breathing, every inch of me on fire. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I stare at the ceiling, trying to wrap my head around what the hell just happened. What did just happen? All I know is Wynter just made me come in my fucking jeans.

She stretches out over me, her mouth hovering over mine. “Did you just…?” she asks with a mischievous lilt in her voice.

“I did.” I squeeze my eyes shut. “That’s never happened to me before. I just…” I dig my fingers into her hair, grateful when she doesn’t push me away. “This is what you do to me, Wynter. You make me lose all damn control. Especially when you dance like that.”

“I guess I’ll have to keep taking those classes.”