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“Oh, yeah?” Jack muttered between kisses. “You like that, do
you?”

“Yeah, baby,” Julia replied, her words mere breaths of air.
She slid her hands to Jack’s belly and opened the button of his jeans again.
The zipper stuttered down with a rasping noise that was loud in the
soundproofed room.

Jack growled as Julia’s hands dipped into his fly, freeing
his cock from its constraints, and he palmed her breasts more firmly,
squeezing, pressing his fingertips into her flesh.

“You asked what I wanted to do first?” he muttered between
gasps of breath.

“Yeah, I did,” she whispered.

Jack inclined his head toward the stripper pole. “I want to
watch you dance.”

Julia stilled, staring into Jack’s eyes. “You want me
to…what?”

“Dance. Work it. Move that hot, sexy body of yours.”

Another shiver rippled through her from head to toe. He
wanted to watch her? Damn…how naughty was that?

Slowly, she stepped away from him and backed toward the
pole. “I don’t have any music.”

Jack dug into his jeans pocket and pulled out his cell
phone. He fidgeted with it for a moment before a sexy techno song began to
play. He placed the phone on top of the desk with a small shrug. “It’s not the
best sound, but will that do?”

Julia took hold of the brass pole with one hand and turned
herself in a circle. Hooking one knee around the pole she arched backward,
watching him from her upside-down position, her nipples tightening as her
breasts thrust upward. She smiled slowly, running her free hand up her torso
and over one breast, reaching her arm out over her head before pulling the limb
back to join the other, now both hands grasping the cylinder.

“That’s perfect.”

Slowly matching the tempo of the song, Julia began to move.
She slithered around the pole, arching, bending, all while maintaining almost
continual eye contact. Jack’s gaze held hers, and she watched as he pulled a
leather armchair closer, creating his own perverts’ row seat. He leaned back on
his seat, half in shadow, his gaze on her like a source of heat. He hadn’t
bothered to tuck his cock back into his jeans, and it lay rock-hard and erect
against his abdomen.

She continued to contort her frame around the pole, sliding
up and down along its length, giving Jack the most x-rated visual display she
could possibly imagine. She touched her breasts, plucking at her own nipples,
teasing the sensitive buds into rock-hard peaks. The brass squeaked beneath her
fingertips as she spun around the pole, shaking her ass. Julia bent over,
watching Jack upside-down between her own knees. She slid a free hand between
her thighs and fingered her pussy, dipping her middle finger deep inside her
slick channel. Goosebumps that had nothing to do with the room’s temperature appeared
on her arms. She was slippery with her own essence and slid her finger over her
folds to show Jack. He let out a hoarse groan and showed his appreciation by
grasping his cock with one hand, stroking himself slowly, lazily. Deliberately,
Julia straightened, rubbing her coated finger over her belly, her breasts,
watching as Jack’s jaw tightened and his chest rose and fell more rapidly. His
hand moved faster up and down his length. Julia licked the tip of her finger
and moaned.

“How do you taste, baby?” Jack’s voice was a growl.

“Delicious,” Julia replied with a sassy smile.

“I want to eat you. Put my tongue inside of you.”

Julia shivered at the thought, her smile widening. “You’ll
get your chance.”

“It better be soon.”

“We’ll see.”

Jack made a rumbling sound deep in his throat. “Witch. You
just like torturing me.”

“It is rather fun.” Julia pressed her back against the pole
and cupped her breasts in her hands. Her pussy tingled, aching to be touched
again. She fought the urge to slide her hand back down to touch her clit. “Too
bad I didn’t have anything to wear so I could actually strip for you,” she
murmured, again turning herself briefly upside-down.

Jack’s voice was a dark, thready growl. “I like things just
the way they are.”

Julia laughed softly. “I’ll bet you do.”

The song playing on Jack’s cell phone ended, and silence
reigned for several seconds. Another tune began, this one slower, sexier.

“C’mere, Puss,” Jack said softly.

Julia released the pole and moved toward Jack with languid,
meticulous steps. She watched the movement of his hand and licked her lips in
anticipation. Slowly kneeling between his legs, she took over for him, grasping
his cock with both hands. Sliding her fingers up and down along his length, she
marveled at the feel of him. He was steel covered with silk, and the muscles in
his abdomen tightened under her knuckles as she repeated the action again and
again.

His hands freed from their task, Jack reached down and
grasped both breasts, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs.

Julia whimpered, leaning forward to take Jack’s cock into
her mouth. He let out a groan as she closed her lips around his bulbous head
and flicked the tip of her tongue over the tip of him. She sucked up the salty
pearl of pre-come and swallowed, savoring the taste of him.

Opening her jaw wider, she took Jack deep, filling her
throat with him as far as she could. A strangled breath escaped from his lungs,
and one of his hands moved from her breast to her head, his fingers tangling in
her hair.

“Oh, yeah, babe.” The words came out haltingly. “God, that’s
so good.” He pushed gently on her head, wordlessly encouraging her to take him
deep.

Julia groaned in response, upping the tempo of her mouth’s
movements, stroking him harder with both of her hands. Jacks hips shifted
slightly beneath her, as though he could no longer keep still with the
anticipation of it all, and the hand on her breast tweaked her nipple, sending
a spasm of pleasure coursing through her clit.

Suddenly, Jack grasped both her upper arms, pulling her up
and off him. His eyes glowed again in the darkness, that same luminescence
Julia had seen the first night she’d laid eyes on him. That glow was arousal.
Palpable and alive. She shivered at the sight of it.

“Get up on top of me, Puss. I want you to go for a ride.”
Jack’s voice was gravel, hard and rough-edged.

Julia reached down to her inner thigh, taking hold of the
zipper pull of her boot. Jack’s hand stilled her.

“No. Leave the boots on.”

A thrill rippled up and down Julia’s spine.
God, this is
hot.

Climbing on top of Jack’s lap, she hooked her knees over the
armrests and lowered herself ever so slowly onto Jack’s waiting cock.

Julia moaned unintelligibly. Words were impossible to form,
her brain melting into a puddle of goo inside of her skull. He was so long and
thick, filling her perfectly to the hilt, stretching her deliciously tight.

For a long moment they simply sat there, with him soul-deep
inside of her, their eyes locked together in a wordless gaze. Jack’s eyes were
deep, deep, fathomless pools of green, and Julia found herself falling,
tumbling toward something she hadn’t seen, hadn’t anticipated. An unspoken
offer, a request, a promise. Honesty and integrity and kindness. Respect.
Desire…and something even more than that.

Suddenly terrified, Julia broke her gaze, focusing instead
on Jack’s sublime chest. She didn’t want this, didn’t want what he was
proposing.

She didn’t, right?

Thankfully Jack chose that moment to grasp her hips, the
skin on his palms hot against her sides. Deliberately, carefully, he lifted her
a few inches, his cock nearly sliding out of her. Julia grabbed on to the
chair’s armrests, helping to propel herself up and down.

The feel of Jack’s generous cock inside of her was
staggering, and Julia gripped the chair more firmly to avoid collapse. Tiny
mewls of pleasure escaped her with each slide, each thrust, the friction of
skin against skin delicious.

Jack hissed out a breath as well, bucking his hips upward
slightly to meet her descent, slipping ever deeper with each plunge of his
cock.

Letting go of her hips, Jack wrapped his arms around her,
pulling her tight against him. His mouth sought hers and he kissed her
ferociously, nibbling and sucking on her lips as though he wished to devour
her.

“Julia…Julia…Julia,” he muttered roughly between kisses.

Releasing her hold on the chair, Julia sank fully down onto
Jack’s cock, filled to the hilt with his rock-hard length, and threw her arms
around him. She met each kiss with an intensity of her own, teasing his tongue
with hers, burying her fingers in his hair. Jack’s cock pulsed within her, the
tiniest subtle motion, and she squeezed her pussy around him, holding him
tight, savoring the sensation of being stretched by his girth.

“Hold on,” Jack said with a growl, and with one small grunt
propelled himself up out of the chair, keeping her impaled on him. One hand
slid under her ass, propping her up, and Julia quickly hooked her legs around
Jack’s waist.

She let out a squeal. “What are you doing?”

“Change of scenery,” he replied shortly. Jack moved a few
feet to the large mahogany desk and shoved the handful of items on its surface
aside. He deposited Julia on the edge of the desktop, his lips again taking her
mouth captive. She slid her arms up to wrap them around Jack’s neck and gasped
when he began to slowly thrust again.

“Thought it would be the perfect height,” Jack murmured,
slipping his hands back down to her ass.

Julia groaned. “Oh, God, yeah, Jack. Harder!”

Jack snarled and slammed into her a few times before
reaching up to remove her arms from around his neck. Gently, he urged her to
lean back onto the desktop.

“Lie down,” he said, his voice low, rough.

Julia lay back on the wood, letting out a short yelp as her
bare skin touched the cool surface. Jack’s hands raised her ass slightly off
the desk and she shuffled toward him until her buttocks sat at the very edge.

“Oh, yeah, Jack,” Julia murmured, “I like this.”

Green fire flashed in Jack’s eyes. “Good.” He grasped both
of her knees, raising her legs so her calves rested on his shoulders. He thrust
again, and the new angle pulled a gasp of pleasure from Julia’s lips.

She watched Jack as he slid his palms along the slick vinyl
of her boots, all the way up to the juncture of her thighs and back, his gaze
never leaving hers. This time, it was he who froze for an indeterminable
moment, and Julia felt the bond wrapping around them, locking them together at
that very time and in that very space.

Jack blinked, dropping his hands onto her breasts, the heat
of his palms searing her skin, focusing his attention on squeezing and groping
her body as he continued to thrust his cock deep inside of her.

Julia placed her palms on top of Jack’s hands, urging him to
fondle and tease her highly sensitized nipples more roughly. With each pluck,
each tug, each roll, incandescent heat scorched her pussy. She squirmed beneath
him just slightly, nearly unable to stand the exquisite torture of his
ministrations.

One of Jack’s hands left her chest, sliding down her belly,
his fingers brushing over her small thatch. The calloused tip of his thumb just
barely brushed against her clit and Julia whimpered. His thumb slid back again,
this time pressing more firmly, and Julia’s legs shook in response. Letting her
legs slide off Jack’s shoulders, she hooked her knees around his waist, locking
her heels together at the small of his back.

Jack groaned, thrusting more rapidly into her. “Oh, baby,
you’re amazing. So incredibly hot.”

Julia squealed and bit her lip as Jack slid ever deeper
inside. The friction was exquisitely delicious, and Jack’s fingers playing with
her clit made her entire pussy tingle and throb as though it were aflame.

She met Jack’s gaze head-on. “Harder, Jack. Make me come,
baby,” she said, gasping. She squeezed her thighs against his hips, the coarse
hair on his legs rough against her sensitive flesh.

Jack doubled his efforts, responding to her challenge with
an almost feral grin curving his lips. His thumb continued to swirl around her
clit, and suddenly Julia felt the tingle deep in her pussy that signaled her
orgasm. The buildup was exponential; the sensation grew by leaps and bounds,
every nerve ending in her body sizzling with anticipation.

She opened her mouth to scream, and Jack suddenly withdrew,
leaving her empty and bereft.

Julia blinked dazedly at him, barely able to form words.
“Jack…? What the hell…?”

His gaze narrowed dangerously and he sank to his knees
between her legs.

“You wanna come?” he growled. “Then come.”

Jack clamped his mouth squarely on her pussy and sucked
hard, tonguing her clit at the same time.

Julia arched off the desktop, the sensation like a lightning
bolt piercing her body. Her orgasm exploded within her, sending tremors through
her limbs and from the top of her head to the tips of her toenails.

She screamed and the world around her faded to gray
fuzziness.

A moment later the universe began to reform around Julia,
her surroundings slowly coming back into focus. Jack’s mouth was still on her
pussy, his tongue gently stroking her aching flesh. She shivered.

“Oh, God…Jack. That was incredible.” She lifted arms that
felt like gelatin and stroked his hair with her hands.

Jack lifted his head slightly and gave her a slow, sexy
smile. “Julia, you are incredible.” He placed soft kisses on both inner thighs
and rose to standing. Energy thrummed off him in waves, and Julia could see his
cock, still rock hard, erect and glistening with moisture.

With a bit of effort, she pushed herself up off the desk and
moved in close to kiss him. Jack’s mouth scraped against her skin, his kisses
hungry, the taste of her on his lips, and a faint tingle twinged in her pussy.
God, he made her want to go again. And he hadn’t even come yet!