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Terry immediately noticed the change in Maggie. It was what he’d been hoping would happen. This time when she remembered about the others she didn’t freeze; she melted.
It was time.
He motioned for the guys to go back to their seats. They’d moved to the bar to refill their drinks, but he was pretty sure they’d actually done it to get closer to the show. Dale glanced at Terry as he picked up his chair. Terry nodded. He didn’t blame him. He’d want a front-row seat too. Dale moved several feet closer and sat. The others followed.
As soon as they were situated, Terry trailed his hands up her sides, enjoying the softness and heat of her skin. It was like liquid fire. “I’ll never tire of touching you.” He kissed the side of her exposed breast as he lifted her, pulling her off the hook. He unlatched the handcuffs and stepped back, dropping them on the floor. “Unhook your bra.”
She reached behind her and unfastened it. She waited for his command, her breath shallow and fast. His hand drifted to his belt. He’d love to fuck her right now, but he’d waited too long to play with her at the Club. He would not come too soon and end their session. Tonight he’d push both their limits.
“Take it off.” He stroked his dick through his pants, giving it some relief. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips red from his kisses. She was gorgeous but the best part was that not an ounce of uncertainty or self-doubt clouded her features as she pulled the bra off and dropped it to the floor.
His eyes locked on her tits, unable to tear his gaze away from that gorgeous sight. He could tell by the heavy breathing behind him that the others felt the same. No man could turn away from beauty like this. Her breasts were large and soft, dipping naturally. The color was a pearly white—this succulent flesh had never seen the sun. It'd be so easy to leave his mark there. To show her and the world that she was his. Her nipples puckered for him, begging him to taste them, to roll them around on his tongue like a berry and bite them hard enough to make her scream with pleasure. She was perfection; living art created just for him.
His feet moved forward, unable to stay away from her another second. His finger rubbed her nipple, soft and teasing, making her lean toward him, making her search for his touch. “Do you like this?” He pinched her nipple and twisted, turning her gasp into a moan.
“Yes, Sir.” She straightened, causing her breast to push against his hand.
Eagerness like that should be rewarded. He ran his nail over her nipple as his other hand slipped into her panties. She was slick and hot, his fingers gliding easily through her crease before moving up to her clit and pressing gently.
“Oh...” She widened her stance, giving him better access.
“You like this too, don’t you? You like it when I play with your tits and rub your sweet, little pussy.” His fingers moved faster, dipping into her wetness before going back to her clit.
“Yes, Sir.” She panted.
“Good.” He stepped back, moved his drink off the chair and sat down. “Now, you do it.”