Bob's heart raced as Jacey lounged on the silk sheets, her eyes gleaming with that familiar challenge. 'You want me tonight, baby? Then show me why I should give you my attention,' she purred, crossing her legs with a sly smile. *God, what if I'm not enough for her? She's so damn sexy, I have to work harder.*
'Jacey, you're killing me here,' Bob said, his voice thick with desire. 'I've been thinking about you all day—your laugh, that ass that drives me wild.'
She laughed sharply, witty as ever. 'Thinking isn't working, Bob. Get over here and use that tongue like you mean it. Make my pussy wet before you even think about your cock.'
Bob crawled closer, hands trembling slightly. *She's making me earn every inch—does she know how much I need her?* He kissed her inner thighs, building up until his mouth found her dripping heat. Jacey moaned, guiding him with firm hands. 'That's it, harder—don't stop until I'm panting.'
Her words fueled him; he licked and sucked, feeling her grow wetter, her strong thighs gripping his head. 'Mmm, good boy—now stroke that hard cock while you do it. Show me you're horny for more.' Bob complied, his shaft throbbing as he worked her clit, her witty barbs pushing him: 'Faster, or I'll make you wait all night.'
Soon she pulled him up, eyes blazing. 'You've earned a taste—now fuck me.' Jacey straddled him, strong and in control, sinking onto his cock with a gasp. They moved together, sweating and panting, her riding him relentlessly. 'Deeper—yes, fill my pussy!' Bob thrust up, lost in her, until she came hard around him, triggering his own explosive release. He came with a groan, cum spilling as she milked every drop, their bodies slick and spent. *She's got me hooked deeper every time.*
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