Jonas shook his head. “You sure do know how to put a man on his knees, kitten,” he grumbled as he leaned down and lifted her into his arms. “There’s another present in the bedroom. Want to see?” he asked as he cradled her against his chest.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and laid her head against his shoulder. “Show me, Jonas.”
“My pleasure, kitten,” he whispered as he carried her off.
24
When Jonas reached his bedroom, he put Deanna back on her feet and pointed to another box sitting on his bedside table. Deanna frowned. “Bedroom Games,” she said, repeating the words on the lid.
“Open it,” he quietly ordered.
Deanna lifted the top and peeked inside. Jonas laughed. “They won’t bite, Deanna. Take one out and read it aloud.”
She plucked a card from the box and opened it. “ ‘Be your lover’s sex slave. Perform any act of foreplay they command.’ ” She laughed and waved the card in the air. “Did you go through the box and arrange these to your satisfaction?”
Jonas grinned. “No, but that’s not a bad idea.” He let his eyes roam over her body. “Undress for me, kitten,” he whispered.
Deanna’s smile disappeared, replaced by white-hot desire. She placed the card on the table and began to do as he bid. Her fingers went to the hem of her sweater, and she tugged it upward. While he watched her bare herself, Jonas started to strip out of his clothes. By the time she had her sweater lying neatly on the end of the bed, Jonas was down to his boxer-briefs. His gaze caught and held on her white lace bra. He leaned forward and cupped one beautiful tit and licked her nipple, wetting fabric and all. Deanna moaned and unhooked the back clasp. When he stood back up, she let it fall to the floor. Next went the jeans. She had to wiggle her hips to get them down, and Jonas cursed at the unintentional erotic display. Her panties caught on the denim and slid down with them. The dark curls covering her pussy looked sweet as hell. She bent and pulled off her shoes, then the clothes. When she stood back up, she was completely nude.
“You do me in, kitten. You’re so goddamn pretty.”
She clasped her hands together in front of her and said, “Thank you.”
Jonas got rid of his underwear, then picked up the naughty card and held it up. “Are you prepared to be my sex slave, Deanna?”
She tipped her head to the side, and her lips kicked up in a sideways grin. “Depends on what you expect from me.”
He slid the tip of the card over her mouth. “Your hot, little mouth wrapped around my cock.”
Deanna smiled. Somehow appearing both shy and wicked at the same time. Jonas’s dick hardened. She bent at the knees and placed both hands on his thighs, then opened her mouth and looked up at him.
“Jesus, you look good like that,” he growled as he wrapped a fist around his cock and guided it onto Deanna’s waiting tongue. “Lick it, kitty,” he ordered.
Her tongue darted out and swiped over the head, back and forth, tasting him as if he were a juicy Popsicle. “I want more,” she pleaded.
“You want my dick filling your mouth?”
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“Yes, please,” she whimpered.
Jonas couldn’t speak. In fact, he was pretty sure his brain had taken a holiday. He wrapped his fist in her hair and tugged her head forward, watching as several inches of his cock disappeared inside Deanna’s mouth. She hummed and sucked the bulbous head, swirling her tongue around it a couple of times before teasing the slit. Jonas pushed her head onto him a little more, needing to watch her take it deep. She opened wider, as if hungry for his taste, and Jonas instinctively flexed his hips. She gagged and he quickly pulled out, then watched as a mix of precum and saliva clung to her lips and the tip of his cock, tying them together. She leaned forward and licked it off him, causing Jonas to grit his teeth against the need to fuck her mouth.
He cupped her chin in his palm and forced her head up until their gazes locked. “Another minute of that and you’ll be swallowing a mouthful of cum.”
She licked her lips and smiled. “You do taste delicious, but I’d rather you came elsewhere this time.”
Jonas swiped his thumb over her bottom lip and murmured, “Does your pussy need to be fucked, Deanna?”
She stood and wrapped her arms around his waist, then placed little kisses over his chest. “No more teasing, Jonas,” she begged. “I don’t think I can take it.”
He lifted her and placed her on the bed. “No, no more teasing.”
With her hair all around her shoulders and curling around one nipple, eyes half closed with passion, Deanna looked like an offering to a god.
Jonas moved on top of her, then reached down with one hand to cup the silky softness of her mound. She was hot and wet with her juices, and Jonas wanted to drive into her, hard.
He dipped his head and nuzzled the pillowy softness of her round tits, squeezing one soft orb with his hand as he licked the other. Jonas inhaled her sweet, floral scent, deliberately driving all his senses mad.