Laid and Leveraged (8 page)

“
Take
off
your
skirt,
”
he
commanded
thickly.

Michelle's
fingers
hastened
to
obey.
She
wondered,
briefly,
why
he
hadn't
told
her
to
remove
her
blouse
too
when
she
realized
that
she
no
longer
wore
it.
She
almost
laughed
to
herself.
She
couldn't
even
remember
it
coming
off.
With
her
skirt
removed,
Michelle
lay
on
the
bed
clad
in
nothing
but
her
skimpy
panties.

She
squirmed
under
his
scrutiny,
silently
begging
him
to
remove
his
damned
suit
so
she
could
see
him
at
last,
but
Roger
seemed
to
be
enjoying
this
little
power
play
of
his.
Finally,
she
couldn't
take
it
any
longer,
reaching
a
hand
up
to
him,
she
heard
herself
plead.

“
Please,
”
she
panted.
“
I
can't
wait
any
more.
”

As
if
she'd
landed
on
the
magic
words,
Roger
grinned
down
at
her,
a
devious
smile
that
made
his
blue
eyes
shine
like
the
devil's.
Slowly,
he
loosened
his
tie
before
pulling
it
off
his
neck
completely.
He
folded
it
neatly,
placing
it
on
the
bed
along
side
her.
He
did
this
with
each
article
of
clothing,
keeping
his
eyes
locked
on
hers.
His
deliberate
care
while
undressing
was
nearly
Michelle's
undoing.
She
moaned,
pinching
her
own
breasts,
her
body
feeling
cold
without
his
to
cover
it.
At
last
her
eyes
feasted
upon
Roger's
glorious
anatomy.
And
what
a
fine
physique
it
was,
too!
Roger's
tan
extended
across
his
chiseled
flesh.
A
light
triangle
of
dark
hair
stretched
over
his
pectoral
muscles.
His
thick
cock
stood
erect,
undeniable
proof
that
he
craved
her
the
way
Michelle
was
dying
for
him.

Once
he
was
naked,
Roger
collapsed
atop
her,
trailing
burning
kisses
down
her
smooth
skin.
Michelle
raked
her
fingernails
over
his
rock
hard
body
as
his
mouth
seared
her
lower
and
lower.
He
paused
at
her
navel,
letting
his
tongue
flick
along
the
little
crevice
before
traveling
further
down
her
writhing
body.
He
hooked
his
thumbs
in
the
waistband
of
her
panties
and
slid
them
over
her
knees.
The
feel
of
the
lace
and
his
hands
caressing
her
bare
hips
was
almost
unbearable
for
Michelle.
She
whimpered,
begging
him
for
more.

“
Oh
yes,
Roger!
”
she
gasped
when
his
tongue
found
her
clitoris.
She
arched
her
pelvis
off
the
bed,
sinking
her
fingers
into
his
soft
hair,
wanting
more
than
anything
to
get
closer
to
his
sensuous
mouth.
His
tongue
circled
her,
teasing
and
torturing,
until
she
felt
him
push
a
strong
finger
into
her
opening.

Michelle
nearly
came
unglued.
She
was
gasping
now,
moaning
so
loudly
she
thought
she
would
wake
the
whole
city.
Nearly
at
the
height
of
her
pleasure,
Roger
released
his
grip
on
her.
Rising
over
her
body,
he
sunk
his
throbbing
cock
deep
inside
her.
The
feel
of
his
massive
girth
filling
her
up
so
completely
was
all
Michelle
needed.
In
the
next
moment
she
felt
the
deep
muscles
of
her
womb
clenching
around
him
so
tightly
she
thought
she
would
die
from
the
gratification.
She
bucked
and
clawed
at
him
as
she
felt
herself
grow
wetter
and
hotter
than
ever
before.

“
Shit,
Michelle!
”
Roger
swore
above
her.
He
clutched
her
fiercely
to
him,
as
though
surprised
and
completely
unable
to
hold
himself
back
any
longer.
She
felt
him
release
himself
into
her
like
a
hot
wave,
satiating
his
lust.

Roger
collapsed
atop
her,
clutching
her
to
him
like
a
child
who
refuses
to
let
go
of
a
favorite
toy.
She
ran
her
hands
along
the
sinewy
muscles
of
his
back
and
smiled
to
herself.
In
the
end,
Roger
did
lose
control.
She
couldn't
help
but
feel
a
bit
smug
in
the
realization.
She
squeezed
him
tighter
and
kissed
the
sensitive
flesh
just
below
his
ear,
savoring
the
roughness
of
his
chin
against
her
tender
jaw.

Roger,
as
if
seared
by
hot
coals,
jumped
away
from
her.
She
saw
a
fleeting
moment
of
panic
stretch
across
his
handsome
face
before
it
became
enshrouded
in
a
hardened
mask
of
cool,
collect
control.
He
looked
down
at
her,
his
eyes
hooded,
his
expression
unreadable.