He glanced down at his lap, then smirked arrogantly.
“Well I’m all yours whenever you want me.”
“You’re awfully sure of yourself,” she said arching her back, enjoying herself far too much. She should bring a stop to this soon but the wine had affected her inhibitions and the heat and naughtiness of this whole situation made her feel deliciously sexy and she didn’t want it to end just yet.
“I have a very good reason to be sure of myself,” he said, grinning.
At that, she instinctively took a few steps closer to him.
“Oh I bet you do,” she grinned back, “And to think only one woman ever got to find out.”
Without thinking, she got even closer.
“Want to be the second?” he said.
“Like I ever could, you’ve only ever had one woman, you can’t handle all this,” she swayed her hips and ran her hands smoothly down her curves as she said this, she’d got even closer and was now only inches away from him, “You’d probably go off before I could even touch you.”
“Well,” he smirked, “Why don’t we find out?”
“I have a better idea,” she said, “Why don’t you show me what you’ve got?”
“Oh yes?” he raised an eyebrow, “You want to see him?”
“I hardly think it’s fair that you get to see me and I get nothing in return.”
“Very well then.”
She hadn’t meant it. Well, not really. He was obviously equipped with something impressive, the bulge between his legs was unmistakeably large but while she was curious as to how big it was, she didn’t really expect him to actually show it to her. This was her attempt at winning their little game, to get him to say the safe words first.
Instead, he stood up, placed his blazer on the back of the chair then undid his trousers, dropped them to the floor, reached into his boxer shorts and pulled it out.
The sight that greeted her was the biggest cock she’d ever seen in her life. She was expecting something big, but it was enormous! It was at least nine inches long and looked to be nearly as thick as a pint glass. For a moment Cat wondered how she’d ever fit it all in but then stopped herself. She wasn’t going to try, this was just a game of chicken. She might be pushing very close to the line but she certainly wasn’t going to cross it. Graham, think of your husband Graham.
All these thoughts raced through her head in a split second before she realised CJ was amused by the stunned look her face, so regaining herself she smiled again.
Maybe say the safe words now?
“I’m impressed,” she cooed, stepping right up next to him and placing her hand on his chest, running the tips of two fingers across him and getting her second surprise. He felt muscular beneath that shirt.
“Perhaps you’d like to touch him?” CJ’s voice dripped arrogance.
“Oooh you want that don’t you?” she replied, running her hand down his body but stopping at the base of his stomach. Her heart was pounding in her chest and her mouth was dry, but she raised her hand up his chest then dropped it a second time. Then she did it again, going progressively lower but not touching him.
Say the safe words for God’s sake woman!
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